Ja'far looked between the two of them once more before he was heading away. His wires felt like they were cutting into his arms, just begging to be used in this case. He could feel his hands shake as he stormed off. "Aladdin will not be sleeping with anyone. She is too young."
The adviser was in a huff, leaving to no doubt either his office or perhaps the young lady's chambers. Judal made a note to look in that direction later. For now, he could find nothing better to do than to watch the other's expression. He turned to Sinbad and shrugged. "You are a king. It only stands to reason that you would think of such things. Even if it would be somewhat disturbing for an old idiot like you to be doing such a thing, there are perks."
Sinbad shook his head. "I have no interest in heirs. I'm still young."
"Not forever though," Judal replied, his face knowing. "You will grow old and Aladdin will come fully into her curves and then what will you do? There will need to be a king after you to rule over the area and you will be watching Aladdin waltz through the palace." His grin increased by volumes as he went on. "Every day walking through your palace, being as energetic as ever, those thighs of hers tempting you and that stupid smile on her face letting you know that she would probably let you do it."
"And you," he countered, interrupting the magi. "You will have to see her far longer then I will. What kind of power would the babe of two magi be like?"
But what a weak argument that was, the other thought as he shook his head. Judal could only snort at the other's assumptions of him and his more base needs. "You act like I want to sleep with her."
"A handful of people in town would attest to that. I have no doubt had I not-