JASMINE WITH NOTICABLE CONTEMP
Well, well... The rumors clouding the air of Dahak are true. The Great Kyle Lance has returned to my empire and my mother's bed. As if I needed whispers and gossip to know of your presence. I can smell your sickening crimson nectar from 40 verst away.
Kyle does not stir. He simply keeps relaxing.
KYLE MUFFLED THROUGH TOWEL
...From what I gather "Crimson Nectar" shows great favor of a particular blood amongst the "Moon Spawn". I'm at a loss, Lady Jasmine. Do you detest my blood...or do you favor it?
A look appears on Jasmine's face as if she is backtracking in her own drunken mind. Trying to remember if she actually used the term of affection.