I suppose I am a part of that now, too. After all, I am his consort.
"So," I continue, twiddling a small twig between my fingers without fully looking at him. "You love love Dreyfus and Tarquin as brothers and comrades, I suppose you aren't so heartless," I joke, giving him a small prod in the ribs. Valerian rolls his eyes with a mild exasperation, but decides to play along anyway.
"Enough proof for you yet?"
"Mm, not quite," I hum, attempting to hide my smile through a screen of white hair. Then all at once a flush if nerves overcomes me. What is wrong with me? We are just talking!
