"Olivia would be the easiest, especially since I'm certain her brood got decimated, but she's not allowed to claim you," Liliana said with a sniff. "She'd be entirely too graspy about it. She might say she'd be willing to do it as a favor, but I know better than to think she'd ever truly remove her fangs from your throat."

Mostly speaking metaphorically. Mostly.

"I shall never forgive you if you become a Domnathi," she added. "There must be an equivalent Eosian saying about lying down with wargs and waking up with fleas and that's no less true when we're talking about demons." She sneered. "Also, I'll never not be able to call your sire a cow to her face and that will probably be a point of contention between the two of you. The Falkenraths are basically barbarians and the Maurers are brutality in a nice shirt. Piotr would have been perfect and Runo remains my preference, and he, like Olivia, is likely interested in replenishing his ranks."

Too bad Runo had once again fucked off into the sea to try to find the old god he'd once worshipped now that Avacyn was gone.

"Did Kristoff have any suggestions?" A pause. "Are you thinking Kristoff...?"