Zulmire: Eh, as Kah-leesto put it, wi’out teachin’ any bad words to ‘da younger ears around us, ‘fartin’ around’. An’ knowin him… you might wanna buy insurance.
Kalysto: Oh come on, old man. I’m not that bad. *nuzzles Orpheus with his nose and mumbles to him* Be good, OK? Shorel’aran. *climbs back into the SUV* *”Desi, we should get out of here before he starts to cry…”*