"My girlfriend? You really have quite the imagination. Even if she were my girlfriend, Yvraine wouldn't be with me. You've still got a brother tangled up with her, though that happened later."
Lin Fan teased him, referring to the future when Roboute Guilliman was awakened by the Ynnari. Guilliman and Yvraine had a rather ambiguous relationship, but it was only a joke. Their connection was rooted more in the shared interests of their races than in any supposed romance.
But those words took on a different meaning in Perturabo's ears. He narrowed his eyes at Lin Fan. "Which one of my brothers could possibly have such a peculiar taste?"
"You'll definitely be pleased to hear it. It's that kid Guilliman. But it's only a joke, nothing to take seriously."
Lin Fan waved it off, not taking the matter to heart at all.
Perturabo's eyes darted around as an idea was born—one that would disgust Guilliman while also delighting himself.
Perhaps he could turn Lin Fan's joke into reality. He truly wondered what kind of reaction that pompous, pretentious bastard Guilliman would have.
A primarch getting together with a xenos—such a humiliating act would be even worse than his failure to govern Olympia properly.
"You said I don't know how to adapt. Then let me see just how adaptable you are." Perturabo smiled darkly. Though his expression barely changed, Lin Fan noticed the gleam in his eyes.
"You aren't thinking of something weird, are you?"
"I'm contemplating... sculpture. A complicated and vivid pose."
"...Really?"
Lin Fan was somewhat doubtful. Then Slaanesh rested their head on his shoulder and gently breathed into his ear. "He's telling the truth. I can feel it..."
Since even Slaanesh said so, Lin Fan did not dwell on it. Yet where he could not see, Slaanesh and