Asran stared at Ayrie a little blank faced. Then stoooed smirking in amusement. ‘[i]You cheeky little minx.[/i]’ He leaned back as he stared at Ayrie. “Well, I would but I can’t always make time to hold your hand. Now can I? I mean I am the mayor after all. But, I guess if it’s for my lord I could squeeze you into my busy schedule.” For the first time in a long while he felt lighter than usual, happier.