OMG, Tano is PERFECT!!!!!!
He loves Nosupolin food! He can't go halfway when he gets physically intimate! Food is love! He's devout and prays all the time! He and our beloved high priest have all the right things in common. Remin is in soooo much trouble. And the losing his edge if he has sex thing? That absolutely delights me. Think of how much fun they'll have working on that! I can't believe was have to wait yet again for a wedding before they actually get to have sex.
I could do without the bitchy kitchen assistant, though. Demena. She needs to shut her trap. Though I think that will happen fairly quickly when it becomes apparent that Xio Voe loves Tano's food.
And this was adorable:
While the princes laughed, Xio Voe considered smiling.
He's getting there, bit by bit.
The horny and available Siblings are going to go nuts keeping ther hands off. It cracked me up how Kudorin was trying to engineer everything to his satisfaction. Telling Desin that Tano was "reserved." Hee hee!
Some of my favorite moments:
Remin kept hearing stray snatches of music. A ripple of notes here, an echo of a melody there.
The gods seemed giddy. Happiness kept bubbling up within him. He found himself laughing out loud for no particular reason at all.
Glad that the gods were happy, feeling his soul warm to their joy, he remained perplexed. What in the world was there to be so cheerful about all of a sudden?
Something about the impending falling-in-love of their most beloved servant with the man most perfect for him might have something to do with it.
Desperately scratching at the wall behind himself, he tried to dig his nails in or find something to cling to so he wouldn’t slide down onto his knees and bury his face between the prince’s thighs. “I probably shouldn’t do that, but maybe you could describe them to me. I’m a very good listener.”
“Shouldn’t?” the prince repeated, and he didn’t move back but he didn’t move any closer, either. “You’re married?”
Craving those sexy, full lips, he stifled a lusty moan. “I’m bad at sex and food. I can’t do both. When I’m satisfied, I lose my inspiration, my talent, my focus, my skill, everything. I need that edge to be a good chef.”
Grinning, the prince only pressed in closer, one muscular arm propped on the wall right by his shoulder. “Oh, I can put you on edge.” His voice was a primal purr, his gaze raising flames in his stomach. “Have you ever been-”
“Your Highness!”
His expression resigned, the prince barely moved away as he sighed and turned to face the man in pink. “Yeah?” His burly shoulder looked like the best thing the gods had ever created for clinging to and nuzzling against and nibbling a little while getting thoroughly, wonderfully pounded. The prince looked like he fucked hard, and-
If it weren't for his need to stay away from sex for the sake of his career, he'd be an unashamed nymphomaniac. Yet another thing Tano and Remin have in common.
“That was the most delicious voseu I’ve had in my life, and you want me to believe that it wasn’t voseu at all?”
“Crocodile and turtle,” Kudorin said. “I promise. He just worked it over until it was unrecognizable as such.”
“Send for him,” Xio Voe said.
“You haven’t finished your meal. You’ve barely touched any other dishes.”
“Send for him,” Xio Voe repeated firmly.
“So you can punish him for feeding you crocodile meat?” Kudorin guessed.
“So I can hire him and order him to make me more of this, immediately.”
The unflappable Xio Voe just displayed impatience, hedonism, and a general lack of reserve. If Tano can work that miracle, he can certainly break through Remin's self-imposed walls.
This chapter was one squee moment after another for me. My read-once-a-month plan is toast, especially with these damn cliffhanger endings. Grrr, Matthew!!!
(and dudes, Tano trained in Ilaeia. We were so spot-on.)
