Thank you for the warning, Keltham mouths back.

It now seems like much less of a panic situation than when he first realized he was trapped with a horde of amorous women in the villa library.

Partially it's that he's not in like some totally other dimension, well, he still, but not quite so recently; and partially it's that he now knows any of them at all; and that he understands better what he might owe in return (not something unspoken that he won't be able to return); and that the thought of his having that much mating value is no longer so shocking and unconsidered; and maybe it's even that he feels somehow a little more comfortable in his own skin, now that he's ever hurt Carissa in bed.

He'll get his food, then, and sit down among the amorous horde of women bent on mating with him.  Every man has to face it eventually.  This is wisdom.

Thank you for the warning, Keltham mouths back.

It now seems like much less of a panic situation than when he first realized he was trapped with a horde of amorous women in the villa library.

Partially it's that he's not in like some totally other dimension, well, he still, but not quite so recently; and partially it's that he now knows any of them at all; and that he understands better what he might owe in return (not something unspoken that he won't be able to return); and that the thought of his having that much mating value is no longer so shocking and unconsidered; and maybe it's even that he feels somehow a little more comfortable in his own skin, now that he's ever hurt Carissa in bed.

He'll get his food, then, and sit down among the amorous horde of women bent on mating with him.  Every man has to face them eventually.  This is wisdom.

Thank you for the warning, Keltham mouths back.

It now seems like much less of a panic situation than when he first realized he was trapped with a horde of amorous women in the villa library.

Partially it's that he's not in like some totally other dimension, well, he still is, but not quite so recently; and partially it's that he now knows any of them at all; and that he understands better what he might owe in return (not something unspoken that he won't be able to repay); and that the thought of his having that much mating value is no longer so shocking and unconsidered; and maybe it's even that he feels somehow a little more comfortable in his own skin, now that he's ever hurt Carissa in bed.

He'll get his food, then, and sit down among the amorous horde of women bent on mating with him.  Every man has to face them eventually.  This is wisdom.