She Thinks Your Tractor's Sexy

Well this a strange turn of events. Briefly Valentine wondered if he'd died and gone to Somnium and this was his brain's way of rewarding him for a life well lived; trying to give him the things he enjoyed while failing just slightly with realism as it usually did with dreams. But then he remembered that nasty, bitchy skunk in his den and knew he couldn't possibly be in heaven if she was still around. No, his afterlife would be skunk free unless he'd run afoul with whatever ran it and deserved some semblance of hell. Which, if true, would be full of skunks and woefully empty of pretty, doe-eyed young ladies.  

As for Ashmedai's call to treat her right and blah, blah, blah... "I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise," he rumbled huskily, forgetting, already, that Ashmedai was still within earshot. His eyes hadn't left the woman since he'd discovered her. The way he saw it, he had a limited time left on Earth so why waste it gazing at his son's face when he could be soaking up the beauty of a radiant woman. She bowed her head gently and introduced herself; her name as fitting and lovely as the rest of her. "The name's Valentine and the pleasure is all mine, my dear."

A slow, easy smile brightened his features as Zora went on to explain that Ashmedai had told her a lot about him and that was what had led her here. "Is that so?" he purred. It seemed a bit too good to be true. Had he been younger Valentine probably would have wasted time pondering the many ways this could bite him in the ass, but age had intensified his devil-may-care tendencies and he'd long ago decided not to waste any fucks on worries. Let the young ones deal with today's issues. He was retired. If this was Ashmedai's way of trying to become the favorite son, well, it was working and Valentine wasn't going to fight it or ask questions. "With praise like that how's a man to live up to your expectations? It sounds like I have my work cut out for me."