A thought comes back to the telepath through her husband's own mind. "Kindly keep your mind to yourself. You are not welcome to do such things." Her voice is scolding and sharp. He receives a none too gentle shove out of Demitri's mind.
Her eyes sharpened as well as her tongue. "Milaya, inform your fiance that if he wishes to not find my own scythe buried in his head, that he'll keep his fingers from either of our minds."