Page 47 of The Dragon King's Assassin

“No, it's not.”

I stared at him.

“It's not my main concern,” he amended.

I kept staring. “Yes, all right! I'll try to be gentle.”

I burst out laughing, then coughed into my napkin. “Damn it, I nearly choked on my sausage.”

“I've got a—”

“No.” I pointed at him. “You're a king. Kings don't make sausage jokes.”

“This one does,” he said with a smirk, then went on to tell me all the ways he'd like to choke me with his sausage . . . gently.

I have to admit, I was impressed.

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