"Playing the game would be obvious, but if Vaeros is as egotistical as I'm giving him credit for, he would expect something like that. It might even amuse him. Not that I care about doing that." Puck had some food and listened as he gave an understanding wince. "It can be hard to get used to. You seem to be doing it well enough."

Puck nodded. "That's why I've got all of those romance and poetry books. The first bait reads like I've got nothing better to do with my day than spend it thinking about how much I love you. But it also plays to Vaeros as I expect him to possibly try finding it. Not quite kowtowing, but 'I' notice that I should be more appreciative and how heartbreaking it'd be if the party had never happened."

He had another drink. "I almost screamed in anger writing the last page. The idea."