Nicolae had done a good job of doing up the temple in Jerusalem, Viv had to admit, as she sat on her nephew's throne, swinging her feet. Suddenly, singng came from the shower that had been put there in case a sacrifice caused too much of a mess.
"Then I saw his face, now I'm a believer, not a trace of doubt in my mind! I'm in love, I'm a believer I couldn't leave him if I tried!"
It was Leon.
About ten minutes later, as Viv was still sitting in the elaborate throne that had been erected in front of the altar, Leon emerged from the side room, looking fresh and revitalised. He stopped as he saw Viv inhabiting Nicolae's throne, with a look of horror.
"What are you doing sitting there?" he demanded.
"What were you singing just then?" Viv retorted, with a wicked little grin. Leon didn't answer immediately, as an awkward silence descended on the throne room.
"I think we should just forget that this ever happened." Leon finally spoke.
"My lips are sealed." Viv said sincerely, laying her hand on her heart. "Unlike yours ..." she added under her breath.
"What did you say?" Leon picked up on her muttering.
"Nothing popstar."
"Good."