"How can teaching a child to lie help with politics?" Toban asked as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a well trimmed body and slightly hairy chest. Mia shivered as she watched - she always found herself doing so whenever he undressed.
"Toban, you know as well as I do that all politicians have lied one way or another in their lives, especially fellow humans! Quo may not be going about it the right way but it works! As long as Diabolique learns!" Mia huffed as she slipped into the large bed, allowing the covers to settle over her breasts.
"Still, the child's too young. I tell you, before you know it she'll be getting whatever she wants whenever she wants in whatever way she wants!" Toban muttered as he laid down to join his wife.
"I doubt it love, we won't allow that to happen, you know that," Mia comforted him as she moved a little closer, resting her head upon his chest.
"I hope we can, after everything she's been through…" He paused before sighing. "She doesn't even speak of her past, not once has she mentioned her parents or family!" he noted in frustration. In the last two months the child had been on Tullan she had clammed up, no matter how many questions Toban had asked, let alone any of the other residents.
"She'll talk in her own time," was Mia's advice as she ran her hands through Toban's hair and she slowly moved closer, kissing him gently yet passionately upon the lips as his arms snaked around her waist, allowing their bodies to join in the throes of passion and love.
Diabolique cringed in disgust as any nine year old child would as she watched Toban and Mia eye one another in the same way any lover would after a night of intimacy.
"Gross," Diabolique muttered as a hum of agreement met her ears. Latro, the Hirogen, smiled slightly as Diabolique looked up at the taller being expectantly, Latro looked down at the small figure sat up on the table in the kitchen. A few vegetables lay on a plate next to her. "Have you had your fill?" the Hirogen asked as he eyed the loving couple with a shiver of disgust himself.
"Yes, I'm not really hungry," Diabolique shrugged before the tall man lifted the child up onto his hip and strode out of the kitchen as quick as his long legs could take him.
They ended up on the beach at the triple rocks where Diabolique would sit and contemplate many things.
"They so need to get a room," Diabolique spoke with a sneer as she was settled down on the upper most rock.
"Agreed." Latro spoke in such a way as he joined the young child that Diabolique couldn't help but look over at the Hirogen. It was as if he was acting her age!
"Latro, how old are you?" Diabolique asked as she looked over at the sea of red.
"He is as young as a teen as you humans call them," answered a rough voice, a Klingon with grey hair and battled hardened scared skin spoke up as he limped over.
"I am not Vetus you old reprobate!" Latro growled as he eyed the Klingon with hunters eyes "Now you behave there child, don't even think about it," Vetus growled, but it seemed to Diabolique that whatever she shouldn't be thinking about was well passed, for before Diabolique's eyes the Hirogen and Klingon were in a heated yet bantering battle of batleth versus an insulted Hirogen. It seemed to Diabolique that adults, no matter their age or species, were very strange!