~SINCLAIR~

"How is it going?" Alaric asked, looking here and there as if to make sure there were no eavesdroppers, even though they were in the King's chambers.

Sin looked at him, amused. "How is what going?"

"Courting the Queen, of course."

Ah, that. He shrugged on a pair of gloves that helped him pull his punches, ignoring Alaric. "Going by that smile on your face, she's being receptive?"

Sin sighed. "Stay out of my love life, old man. I know you still want me ...