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[dendarii]

[ He can't help but lean against her after, soothed by those small motions. Very pleased, oh yes. His hair has grown out a bit from the near-military crop he'd had when he'd first gotten here. Now there's just enough for her to thread her fingers through. ]

Very good. I just - want to return the favor.

[ He murmurs the words warmly. ]

[shri]

[ She untangles eventually, her fingers moving back up his hip, spreading wide on his hip. Sticky mess on them that she ignores briefly as drops her hands away to the ground so she can prop herself up on her elbows. Smiling at him softly, turning her face into to nose against his neck, little not there kisses and warmly breathes. She's a little askew, if just barely. Pulling herself back in. ]

As soon as we find somewhere - private, I think.

[ There was her only hesitation, she didn't have much of a want of being caught or being interrupted, she didn't think she could be held responsible for what she did. ]

[dendarii]

[ He tilts his head to allow her better access to his neck. He can't kiss her back at this angle, but he can rest a hand on her cheek. His fingers are soft, warm. Only just now beginning to callus. ]

There are places up in the mountains, if you don't mind the echo. [ A beat. And a bit of a teasing tone. ] And Barrayaran-style skirts are good for one thing ...

[shri]

[ The impotent little - she nips at him playfully, laughing into him, muffled to softness. ]

The things the countess wears? They are so utterly restricting I would go mad. Give me my own formal garments over that any day.

[ her nose wrinkles, well, at least it isn't as bad as the English. She could give them that. She had watched the brothel girls dress of church one day. Insisting on their best. Underskirts and corsets and then over jackets.

Groans a little, remembering the party with the Cetagandans - ] - if I even remembered how to.

[dendarii]

[ He can't help but grin up at her, glad to have brightened her expression even a little. ]

Ah, well. The cave it is, then.

[shri]

[ She tries so hard not to, to be serious and dry, to not let herself see beyond whatever is happening now. Tries now to keep her face stern up until he suggests a cave, then her head falls back laughing, shoving at him lightly. ]

No - no, I want a bed. Sheets. Where we won't be suddenly sharing with a soldier whose wondered in.

[dendarii]

Alas, that could be difficult to come by. Unless we found a place in the city.

[shri]

[ She doesn't even try to move just yet. Her fingers sweeping up his side in idle thoughts as she laughs. ]

We could give up utterly and find a brothel. They hardly ever care when there's coin for the expense. Then we could give up on any sort of reputation.

[dendarii]

[ A brothel ... There's a part of him that's just too damn Vor for that. He reddens slightly. ]

Let's leave that as a last resort, perhaps.

[shri]

[ -- That is a surprise. Never known a lord, that wasn't sure of such an establishment. Watches that flush on his face. ]

What's this, a Lord that isn't comfortable in a brothel?

[dendarii]

Never patronized one, in fact.

[ The reasons for which are entirely too complicated to tease away, but he can start with the simplest one. ]

I'd always felt - like I'd be imposing, for starters.

[shri]

[ He hushes her with that, her hands settling on his shoulders, shifting that little to adjust underneath him. Didn't want to draw him into anything morose, not right now. ]

Well, now you have a brothel madam to yourself.

[dendarii]

[ Miles snorts a bit at that, relaxing. ]

That I don't quite believe.

[shri]

[ There's a light squeeze of her fingers into his shoulder. ]

I told you when we met, do you recall? I told you I worked out of a brothel. It was where my ah, rebellion, was based. The girls would call me their madam.

[dendarii]

[ That's right. He'd nearly forgotten. ]

I'd say that makes you a rebel leader more than a madam.

[shri]

[ Shh, Miles, it is so such a good cover. ]

Well, I did toss the old one out for mistreating them. [ Not like she can ever help herself, apparently. ] And if patrons got too unruly I was usually the one to remove them... or Devi.

[dendarii]

[ Miles laughs a little and relaxes again. ]

Who was Devi?

[shri]

[ She pauses - opening her mouth and surely she has mentioned her? But no, she hasn't, has she? She never mentions anything if she can help it. Nothing important anyway, nothing so personal as what constitutes her family.

Good Lord, how does he put up with her, sometimes? But she supposed he had less of a time prying it from her than most. He made it shockingly easy to simply talk. ]

She is... a daughter of sorts. What remains of my - durgavasi - my guardswomen, that rode with me most of my life. The heir now, to my fight. When it's a little too... public for myself given the... laws, she is the one that stands in my place. [ And like any mother, she clucks, her fingers threading her fingers through his hair in the same idle way. ] Stubborn, far too inclined to throw herself in the way of danger. She rips my heart from my chest almost daily. I swear she punishes me that way for daring to worry.

[dendarii]

[ Miles is real good at that. He attributes it to a genuine willingness to listen and his insatiable curiosity. ]

Ah, much like an armsman then. I think I know a Devi already.

[ Well, with the relationships flipped. Bothari had been closer to a father figure. ]

[shri]

[ She'll sew her mouth shut, one day, fix him then. ]

It isn't that always the way? Inclined to die for our people and someone to remind us that someone needs us alive.

[ She closes her eyes - and more than anything, this is what she wants, what she wanted to give him. Shared warmth, quiet words that feel as soft as forgiveness. ] Did yours keep your feet on the ground too?

[dendarii]

[ He nods quietly at that, picturing his armsman. Ah, it's been thirteen years already ... ]

Indeed. Or flew to my side when I needed protection. [ His voice lowers to a murmur. ] He's protected me from my grandfather since before I was born.

[shri]

[ She draws her fingers against him, against the curve of his mouth, the edge of it. Not to make him look up at her, just to share in that affection. ]

Tell me of who I should be so grateful too?

[dendarii]

[ He gladly leans, then, content. ]

Konstantin Bothari. My bodyguard of many years.

[shri]

[ Warmth so easily shared as she listens. Shifting herself so very slightly to get comfortable. ]

I take it some of his guarding often meant playing nursemaid?

[dendarii]

Of course. Perpetually for most of my childhood.