Mina heard Teague muttering, presumably to himself, just outside her front door. “She’s probably sleeping it off. I’ll just go around—” “No!” Mina shouted in a near panic. “I’m. Um. Not dressed. Give me. A minute.” She glanced around wildly. It could be the ultimate test, or— “So what’s it going to be, lovely Mina?” No ass should be able to croon in such a mocking manner. Nerves clanging, Mina lowered her voice and tried for an ingratiating, borderline butt-kissing tone. “Um. Riordan? I’m really, reeeeeaaaally sorry about calling you up like that. Any chance you could just poof yourself back into—” He was already shaking his head. Didn’t seem the least bit disturbed about it either, the ass. “You commanded the form and when you command it, it’s solid. No invisible asses for you, sweetie. Say goodbye to disembodiment. Didn’t I mention that part? It’s all in the adjusted rules of my semi-confinement, so I must have forgotten.
