The conversation has since moved on, but I keep returning to what she's said. Demanding? Handcuffs? I raise an eyebrow and my lips quirk, but they remain shut.

“So, you’ve had a reason not to up until now? What happened to it?” she asks and I set the glass down and look at her again. I consider her a moment, wondering why she would care, why she doesn't just go back to her deputy's harem.

"It...disappeared," I say finally, then look at my glass again, untouched splash of alcohol in it. "'Left' is probably a better way of putting it."