Dmitri chuckled, the ivy on his antlers bristling with green shoots.  “For once you want a soul to stay put and have no desire to hang it from your rafters, my son,” Dmitri observed.  “It seems you have had a change of heart for once.  You have even been avoiding bars as of late.  I cannot remember your last bender.  Not even your last frolic with a vila or that rusalka with the bad teeth but rather… well, busty assets.  Ahem…”

“Yum!” Anya approved.  Morozko spooned apple sauce into her rosy mouth.

“I have all the souls I need,” Morozko said, distant.  “My banya could not be lighter if I...