I just love how Bade is torn between his prudish cultural upbringing and how open his in-laws are about sex:
“Wait, wait,” Rini said. “I just want to check, is anyone in the room interested in hearing ‘you’re all way too into size’ from Orinakin?”
“I’m interested in hearing anything that Orinakin has to say,” Kudorin said, rising as the table solidified again.
“What’s wrong with my opinion?” Orinakin asked.
“The man who cooks with the finest of fresh ingredients should not begrudge the dissatisfaction of those who eat scraps,” Remin said.
What? What did that mean? Scraps? Orinakin was beautifully endowed, yes, but so were all of his brothers, so-
“Let’s just say,” Selorin said, briefly meeting Bade’s eyes, “that you didn’t find your husband in Lorbain.”
Bade’s cheeks burned as he realized what they meant. How had this subject come up, anyway? And how had they gotten around to discussing him? Life had been simpler when he’d lived in the castle, where no one but Vade knew what his dick looked like hard. The number of people who’d glimpsed his erection here was humiliating.
“It would be humiliating,” Orinakin corrected him, “if none of them had liked it. So far, you’ve been very popular.
While Bade practiced dying of embarrassment, Selorin flashed Bade a flirtatious smile and Anikira burst into helpless laughter.
