Anyway, Doyle notices that Merry is being a bit quiet so he asks her what she is thinking about. She had been drawing parallels between Washington DC and Cahokia/Faerie, about how all great civilizations fall after some time. Cahokia had disbanded long before the fey took over, and now Faerie is somewhat crumbling and diminished from its heyday. It makes Merry sad to think that DC may one day be like Cahokia/Faerie.
Merry realizes that Doyle has his hair loose. She has never seen his hair out of his trademark braid, or pulled into a club at the back of his head. What the fuck is a club, by the way? I tried googling it and just got a bunch of balding dudes. I’ve never been able to picture what exactly LKH means here, hairstyle-wise. Doyle has fucking ankle length hair, which means that if he pulls it back into anything it’s going to be this huge clump of hair. Gross.
Doyle begins flirting with her, now knowing that Merry is into his long hair. He removes his cape to show off what he is wearing: a leather and metal harness from the waist up, leather pants and boots. He keeps trying to bespell Merry with his eyes, and Merry calls him out on it. Doyle then hints that the queen has some news that Merry may enjoy, which is why his attitude had changed so severely from the night before, where he blasted man custard all over his pants. He continues with the flirting, which just unsettles Merry.
The chapter ends with Merry asking Doyle to find a middle ground between his uber-flirtiness and how off-limits he was the day before.
Let’s just conveniently rewrite one of history’s most horrific moments!
Sex: what the fuck is Doyle wearing.