"The seed has been planted. Now we just wait for it to take root and sprout!" Slaanesh's delighted voice reached Perturabo's ears. He forced a stiff smile. Helping Slaanesh had only been meant to disgust Guilliman.
"I can hardly wait for that day to arrive." Beneath Perturabo's silent exterior, he was rubbing his hands together and snickering to himself. Others could not perceive the softness beneath the steel, but Slaanesh could keenly sense his thoughts.
Perturabo's portrayal of Guilliman had truly been flawless. Who knew how carefully this fellow had observed his brothers in private? Perhaps he could play another Primarch as well? Sanguinius, for instance?
At that thought, Slaanesh began drooling with longing and excitement again. She hurriedly wiped the corner of her mouth and reminded herself that she was a married woman now. She could not be as wanton and disorderly as before.
Perturabo, meanwhile, recalled the mutterings of Yvraine's soul just now and asked Slaanesh about Kor'sarro.
"Oh~ him!" The moment Kor'sarro was mentioned, Slaanesh perked up, though she rarely seemed dispirited in the first place. Slaanesh's shadow fell over Perturabo, provoking his resistance and struggles.
But Slaanesh did not care. She merely giggled. "Kor'sarro really is quite nice... That little moustache of his is so sexy. I even made a doll just like him and keep it at home."
"That's disgusting... That isn't what I was asking..."
"I know that isn't what you were asking. I just wanted to tease you."
"What?"
Perturabo glared furiously at Slaanesh, then felt a strange fragrance press against his lips and creep into his nostrils. Thoroughly repulsed, Perturabo covered his face with one massive hand and jumped several steps away from Slaanesh.
Seeing that Slaanesh had no serious intention whatsoever, Perturabo knew he would not get even a scrap of