"Spend the night with me, and I'll push your bill through, how about it?" Moliat, sitting on Horn's lap, gently caressed Horn's ear with her delicate hand.
Putting down the petition in his hand, Horn turned his head: "Stop messing around, Catherine saw the hair on my shoulder last time."
"Let her see if she wants to; she won't figure it out," Moliat chuckled, wrapping her arms around Horn's neck, preventing him from looking at the petition, and whispered into his ear, "Haven't you already seen it? We've discussed it thoroughly."
"No, we need to let those representatives feel involved; it's very important."
Horn wasn't planning to create any two-chamber representation institution for these people's representatives, but rather something like the Daiying Imperial Council's Advisory Council.
