Satan looked at Frank. "Yes. It was. We have a guest and they shouldn't be trying to baby make on my kitchen table anyway."
The fur nearly cried with relief. "Thank you thank you."
Acon smiled and inspected her work when she was finished. "You're mine now, Ray. Same as the others." Henry, who had been standing in silence the whole time time, showed Ray his palm and the mark Acon had carved into it.
A tall stallion entered Tea Time and scanned his cold eyes around the shop with purpose.