"What you are... is a trade secret...." Ailyshia asked, her voice heavy with scorn and sarcasm. "Congratulations, Theiorn, we may have finally found a male more frustrating than you are," her words were so dry they could have caught fire. She sipped her brandy, eyes narrowed at them both. It was tempting... so tempting... to take that side step into madness, and see what he truly was, with the patina of reality removed.