"A daughter!" Xelloss put a hand to his chest. "I was rather hoping for a son. Someone to take after me. We could call him Junior or Little Mister."

Then he eyed Hellmaster, but was wise enough not to suggest anything. Still, the idea was in the air without Xelloss saying a word. It was always best that way. This conversation might not have been as useful as Xelloss had hoped, but at least it had been entertaining. And thus far, not particularly at his own expense.

Lord Hellmaster and I are going to have a long talk after this, aren't we?