Kallaar snickered. "I think I know how you look in bed now. As to the challenges, I couldn't say, but I believe they know you're not half-bad with a bow." He winked, hugged Penli again, and spun away.
"Where is Ahmla, by the way? I've never seen the two of you apart."
"He's keeping Shanna distracted," Kallaar said, pausing at the door to look back. "My impression was you wanted a private conversation."
"I appreciate the consideration, Highness."
"Kallaar, please," Kallaar said with a sigh. "We are co-conspirators now, surely that permits informality?"
Penli's mouth quirked. "I suppose you make a good point. Very well, Kallaar, thank you for plotting with me. Now return to your lovely wife, lemon drop, before she finds us out."
"She will anyway. You can tell she'll be a good mother because she's already mastered the art of sniffing out trouble." Kallaar winked, waved, and then was gone.