Curious About The Key?

As Asher and Lysandra were straightening their attire, the rustle of scales against stone announced a certain serpent's unceremonious return. 

She slithered into view with a wide, satisfied smile plastered across her serpentine face, her size still reduced to small proportions, "Well done, brat! With the amount of seed you pumped into her, I wouldn't be surprised if she gets pregnant with two or more children, ohuhuhu. What if all of them turn out to be blessed with the blood of the Primarch??"

Lysandra, her cheeks still tinged with a flush, focused intently on buttoning her dress, choosing to ignore Lori's intrusive commentary as if the walls themselves were more interesting.

Asher, who had caught Lori being a peeping tom earlier, shook his head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.