It seemed even quieter with Kay gone home for the weekend to see Katrina and Ram gone to Ireland for his mother’s birthday, which was more or less a command attendance. Elora was invited, of course, but thought the trip by air was needlessly long for someone Helm’s age and the alternatives, either taking him through the passes or leaving him behind, were unthinkable. She’d told Ram, “Any activity that could end with fleeing from five French-speaking and immortal adolescent vampire – or fill in the blank – is not an authorized activity for Helm.” “And when are you thinkin’ he will be old enough?” Elora gave Ram her dead serious face. “This little boy will never be tall enough for that ride.” Ram said he had a strong preference for traveling to Ireland the old school way, on a company jet, “rather than bein’ handcuffed to the kinky asshole of a demon”. Elora replied, "I can't really judge him harshly for wanting to use your body for pleasure. I want to use your body for pleasure most of the time." Ram perked up, looking interested.
