Faustus: I like my women like I like my coffee: Hot, sweet, and overflowing with cream. I like my men like I like my Pringles: Stacked in a small container and easily broken. (Romain) I like my Pringles like I like my coffee: Out of my sight and out of my mind. Faustus "But what about your women?" (Romain) My what? No, those don't belong there. Faustus "Really? I thought all kings had wives and concubines." (Romain) No king I know has concubines, and few have wives. What is the point? Power is awarded by a predecessor or, more commonly, taken by force. Why should we wish to have wives meddling in our rule? Faustus took this in, nodded, and said, "I like you. You speak sense. Come, let us enjoy a fine supper of goose and rhubarb pie!" He waved his hand and the feast appeared. There was a lull in administration today. Wren could take care of what else that he needed. Romain decided to partake. "Very well. Thank you." He was not w