". . .there's what in my eyeshadow?" Jupiter demanded, putting a hand to her head and wavering a little as she looked down at the shimmery powder in the array of dishes she'd been brought to prepare for the ball. "This is crazy!" she said, shaking her head and turning to look at Caine, sitting on the floor by the doors and waiting patiently for her.

"I grew up and belong in a kennel, Mistress," he pointed out, shrugging, "the foibles of Entitled are beyond me."