"My name? My name! Can you not reeeeeeeeeeeeeeead young one?"<br/><br/>He pointed to his codpiece, quite awkwardly in fact since he was still sitting cross legged on the table.<br/><br/>"It says The Dayman, right there. You see? There. In the royal reading standard of size 3/4 font. Royal eyes are quite spectacular you know."<br/><br/>He heard a queery (quite a pun wouldn't you say?) from behind his royal person, and laid backwards onto the table and looked up in the general direction.<br/><br/>"Quite a promiscuous one are you? Well....this..is a tale. A tale of no mere late night romp. No! Not at all. This is a tale of two men, locked into a battle together, a glistening, sexy battle involving a Spynx, fish net stockings, moistened skin, bare chested brawling, long flabby mushroom tipped swords, self discovery, and true love. A story that my publicist is currently putting into one of those manga things that kids these days are so enthralled with. However! If you would like me to give it to you raw...I suppose I could let you read it."