He smirked. "And wait, irritably, as your daughter presses suggestively against me. This last month has been hard on her, she has decided on something, and wants to go through with it, and if that means skipping the ceremony, so be it. Though I have refrained from indulging ourselves, mostly because the ceremony will mean a lot more if she waits. And yes, your eldest daughter and third son both have innate talents with magic, though the son is more musically inclined to manifest, while your daughter just has magic in her bones and soul, like myself before I died and ascended. And no matter how far she goes with her magic, as long as she acknowledges it, she will be rewarded. Magic is an easy mistress to get along with, just accept her, and she will reward you generously. The more you work with her, though, the better the rewards, though since her future husband is theurmaphobic, or is afraid of magic, he likely won't appreciate it as much. But then again, he won't appreciate a woman as individualistic as she is, no matter what she does, unless she abandons herself."<br/><br/>He grinned at the Emperor's look of dismay, before standing. "See you early tomorrow, might want to get some sleep, have one your wives keep you warm. Not sex, just hold her close and tell her how much you appreciate her. Your second wife is feeling rather lonely and forgotten, after all."<br/><br/>He allowed his grin to get wider, not bothering to inform the Emperor that she was rather enamored with his religion, and had a small dragon statue, what the local artisans thought he looked like, in her room. He stood up and headed out, back to his lair, where Cerulean, Vorela, and Ash were meeting the harem, and likely less than amused about his deal with Lloth. Though Ash would likely be less amused about being kept from the loop than who he was apparently allied with.