Sinric finishes his song and giggles. "In the palace we used honeyed cream and slices of summer fruit. Getting clean afterwards was half the joy."

Sinric sheds his cuffs and belt, shaking his hair out from its band, falling in golden waterfall down his back.

He looks up at George with a smile, aware of just how petite he is compared to George's height. "Would you care to undress me?"