Charon grinned, lifted her arms and sniffed her armpits; she was definitely wearing deodorant, the musty smell was obviously coming from the old crone, it was probably stale urine. She then stared at Amile who was sitting quite some way off and because she wasn't sure if the old fart was deaf or not she shouted loudly at her like she was a thick simpleton.

"ARE YOU OKAY DEAR? CAN YOU HEAR ME OKAY ALL THE WAY OVER THERE? GOOD. I'M NOT SURE WHAT PLANET YOU LIVE ON DUCKY BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU MY KIZMAT WOULD NEVER HAVE VOLUNTARILY GIVEN UP HIS RIGHT TO BEING KINDRED TO BECOME A MERE MORTAL. THE ONLY QUEER I CAN SEE HERE IS YOU AMILE LOVE."

One of the tv monitors crackled to life showing Amile in a very suggestive pose with several of Gunthers "Sunshine girls" Charon gestured at it. Amile spluttered, she was now back peddaling desperately and trying to regain control of her own tv spot.

"AND THERE I WAS THINKING YOU WERE A MAN OBSESSED CRAZY OLD FART WITH ENOUGH PLASTER AND FILLER ON YOUR FACE TO REPAIR THE LEANING TOWER OF PISA A HUNDRED TIMES OVER!"

Charon sat back in the chair in a relaxed manner and smiled pleasantly.