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[sankta]

[ She relaxes a little more, resting on hand on his as he holds her arms. ]

Hey, maybe if I really mess up I can embarrass you by saying you trained me.

Maybe then I could finally see you embarrassed.

[sturmhond]

Unlikely. [ He lifts an eyebrow, amused. ] Since you won't mess up.

And of course, I'm proud of you already. Deflecting a serious situation and turning it into humour? A classic move.

[sankta]

I learned from the best. [ She smiles at him, almost grinning. ]

I rank higher than you now. I could boss you around.

[sturmhond]

[ He lifts an eyebrow. ]

I should probably worry about the amount of pleasure you sound like you'd take in that.

[sankta]

Why? Because maybe you might deserve it a little?

[sturmhond]

[ He hesitates, eyeing her. Then he thins his lips. ]

What are your orders, then, Moi Soverenyi? Ask, and I shall gladly obey.

[sankta]

[ W O W he just went there.

She doesn't hesitate to punch him in the arm. ]

Not fair. [ She crosses her arms and looks away from him now. ]

[sturmhond]

What?

[ He makes a show of rubbing his arm, as if he's offended. In truth he's grinning. ]

You can make sport of us, but I can't? That's not how it works, Alina my dear.

[sankta]

[ She glances at him, and decides to forgive him. Even if the word makes her skin crawl. ]

Just... not Soverenyi. Please.

That was his name.

[sturmhond]

[ He's not having that. He lifts his eyebrow, studying her. ]

That's what they call you now, lovely. Don't think I haven't heard it.

And besides, if you'd like to change it to Tsaritsa, we need to have a whole other conversation.

[sankta]

You're not them. And I'm not him. [ Even if she's afraid she might be becoming him... ]

Are you proposing? Again?

[sturmhond]

[ He lets out a thoughtful little hum, and then shakes his head. ]

If I were, I wouldn't ask it so coldly. [ A slight smile. ] There's some lessons I'm capable of learning.

Realistically though, if you give me orders I'll obey them. [ A smile twitches at his lips. ] The CDC are serious, Alina. Neither of us ought to take them lightly.

[sankta]

[ That.... took a little long to decide. Wow. ]

Good thing I'm not power-hungry, then. [ She thinks. Actually..... ]

[sturmhond]

[ He lifts an eyebrow, surprised by that response. ]

Are we still talking about the CDC?

[sankta]

[ Don't look at her like that. ]

Yes.

[ Pause. ]

I don't know.

[sturmhond]

[ He meets her eyes for a moment. Then he laughs, and reaches for her arm. ]

You confuse me, sometimes.

Let's walk for a while. The camp makes me unsociable. We can pretend we're in the gardens again.

[sankta]

[ She nearly made a smart remark, but she caught herself before she did. Instead, she took his arm. ]

It's been awhile since you escorted me anywhere.

[sturmhond]

Are you complaining?

Perhaps if I escort you, you'll make less of a habit of vanishing on me.

[ This time he says it playfully, and his arm hooks up to hold hers. When he starts to walk, he whistles for Korol, whose head shoots up. The bahari nips Koroleva playfully, and then rushes to take point ahead of Nikolai and Alina. As if the cat is the true escort. ]

[sankta]

Is that the exchange now? You'll escort me around so I can't disappear?

[ Despite what almost sounds like complaining, she's smiling still and holding his arm like they did back at the palace. Koroleva comes running with Korol, following Nikolai almost as easily as she follows alina and running out ahead of Korol to show she's the Queen. ]

[sturmhond]

It's a working theory. I'll see how it goes.

[ Korol makes a soft, rumbling sound when Koroleva rushes ahead of him, but if anything it's affectionate. Nikolai rolls his eyes. ]

Who's protecting who, I wonder. [ Eyeing Alina. ] She's fiesty. Picking up bad habits from you, I'm sure.

[sankta]

Good habits. [ She corrected him. ]

She knows she's a queen.

[sturmhond]

[ Lifting an amused little eyebrow in her direction. ]

And that’s a good habit she got from you, is it? Queen Alina?

[sankta]

[ Wait....

She hadn't thought that through. And her cheeks burn. ]

I meant not letting herself be pushed around by Korol.

[sturmhond]

[ Nikolai just laughs. Especially when she blushes, because that’s a decent answer to his question, isn’t it? ]

Of course. My mistake.

[sankta]

[ Way to make it awkward now, Nikolai. ]

There's a lot more out there than we ever imagined... [ Changing topic now. ]