This is better than Janet could possibly have imagined. She angles her leg into the touch, her fingers coiling more tightly around Susan's wrist. "You make an intriguing proposition," she says loftily, "I must admit." Fuck, she misses being in charge of her stupid fantasy kingdom. "I admit, there are some weaknesses in our economy following the recent war with Loria, despite our handy and extremely predictable victory. The centaurs, although huge assholes, are skilled woodcrafters and healers -- maybe we can consider trading skills as well as raw materials."