Quasit & Pearl (Pt. 44)

She continued as if he hadn't. "Inform me before you remove cargo out of the hold for any reason. Sometimes I think there is too much coprolithic torsional metal in your head." Pausing for a moment, she looked at the ductwork of the Phengodidae momentarily, then her eyes darted back downwards to his in alarm. "And change heading from Incaeria IV. We're not going there. Your beardsplitting pansexualistic drive won't take us there!"

Quasit looked genuinely wraw, an accusatory dark brow lifting. "Not my intention, and you know it."

"Not sure what I know while you're having tea with Queens!"