"I know right?!" Larrikin threw up his hands. "It's like men didn't want women to understand anything about themselves! And then they go around using and then condemning women who do know things? Hypocritical sacks of balls. Women who know stuff are amazing. And talented. And usually a lot more palatable to be around."

Prostitution and the safe process thereof was a subject near and dear to Larrikin's heart for many, many reasons, but Raine's simple declaration both took the wind out of his indignation and made him perk up, and distracted him entirely.

"Ah, elves," he sighed happily. "I remember when I used to be called an elf. I remember when I thought I was an elf! The Vikings called sorcerers elves, see, cos we live so long. They thought we were envoys from the gods. Are you an envoy from the gods, Madam Lady Lover Healer Sage?" He grinned at her.