He had to admit it was trickier following her thinking than he'd originally thought, though Daemon seemed to be more adept at it. "I agree with him, both in being curious, young lady, and in saying that it is hard to produce or find a pudding of the right sort if we don't know which you mean."

Saetan stepped back, hands seeking trouser pockets, to watch. He adored watching verbal play between young people, especially when one of them was his verbally gifted son. It was a good distraction from their grim surroundings.