Some of his most favored wives, oh my God. Janet gives herself a little pat on the back for not immediately groaning or laughing. What a pig.

"Depends on which part of my art you're talking about." She swirls her drink, watching the orange peel slide against the side of the glass. "I've known how to do magic for about ten years now. Maybe more. The axes are a little more recent as an acquisition, but I think they like me." That's a lie: she knows they like her.