"Greetings, Master Fowl." Kuri's smile held a great secret—magic! "So nice to finally meet. Your correspondence was so interesting."
Artemis smiled. "It was that interesting? Please have a seat. I am glad I finally get to meet you as well, Lady Kuri."
"Please," Kuri seated herself next to him, rather then across the huge table at the end. "Call me Kuri. Nice try, by the way, with the table."
"Whatever do you mean?" Artemis tried his best to look innocent.
"You intended me to sit there—" Kuri pointed at the other end of the table. "Putting you in a position of power."
Artemis leveled his gaze at her. A worthy opponent. "Mm? You truly think I am up to something?"
Kuri laughed. "Artemis Orion Fowl II is always up to something."
"That is not my name." Artemis snapped, uncharacteristically ruffled. This priestess was good. He composed himself quickly. "I assure you…Kuri…that I am not up to anything."
"Hm" Kuri smiled like one who has the winning hand. "Then ask. Enough foreplay, Arty, I'm definitely in the mood."
Artemis choked on his tea and blushed. "Now see here!"
Kuri gasped in mock surprise. "It was just an alliteration. Even if it wasn't…could you really handle something like that…virgin?"
Artemis glared at her, and then suddenly the mood changed as he leaned in, one hand on her knee, the other in her hair, and pulled her to his lips, speaking against them. "Careful, Priestess. What if I was the sort of person who would jump at such a suggestion?" He moved his hand up to her hip, squeezing for emphasis. "I may be a…virgin…as you say, but I am still a man. And you are still a woman." Artemis moved his lips to her ear and whispered. "It is ill-advised for you to make such a suggestion. You never know…" His hand edged closer to her sweet spot. "What could happen."
Artemis released her, and sipped his tea, smirking.