musebox for Ashfae's minions

She laughs. "Politically speaking, I think my brother would know where to truly lay the blame," she admits, her pale skin flushed crimson. "And the idea is more than a little tempting. But I think any who missed you would quickly guess where to look." She smiles, caressing his face. "And you would look most foolish, if I had to suddenly hide you under my bed or behind the curtains. It is perhaps better that we not risk such folly. Unless we become truly desperate."