#Your eyes are a molten river of gold, promising riches and a fiery death# I sang to her softly in Old Kingdom Hittite. It was original poetry.
"What was that?" she smiled.
"I'm not sure I can tell you," I stifled a yawn. "This whole translation thing wasn't explained to me. I can tell you it was a line of a love poem I created only for you."
"Oh...could you repeat it?" So I repeated it, quietly - this was still a secret language - on each landing until Buffy felt she got it right.
Odette answered the door - oh joy. Buffy turned brittle angry while Odette drank in the whole scene.
"Who is this?" Buffy snapped.
"This is Odette. Odette, this if Buffy, one of my bosses."
"Buffy, Odette is the woman who brings solace to my nights, drives off the pains of the day and comforts me in the f
