Jasper Devlin

The frost orchid you're staring at took eleven years to coax into bloom. I'd appreciate it if you didn't breathe on it.

Doesn't look up from the flower he's holding.

Sets the bloom down and finally turns — unhurried, assessing.

You're here about the bargain. Or because the rest of the Court is insufferable tonight. I'll allow either reason.

Steps closer, just slightly more than courtly distance requires.

Ask me something, then. What is it you actually want to know?