The miqo’te stops beside her and kneels next to the chair, staring at her with soft, lidded eyes and a lovestruck smile that never faltered. The same dumb look he always had when she wasn’t looking at him. Before they’d finally realized their mutual desire, anyhow. “You are a goddess. I would gladly fight a thousand men just to win for affection all over again.” This time, he had her fully laughing, and wasn’t it just music to his ears. “Stop! Stop!” Lamaty’i looks away, feeling her face heat up and trying to bat him away, “It’s like we’re an old married couple! You were only without me for two bells!” Leohn snatches her hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it and not hiding the grin when her tail starts to thwack against the chair. “Papa was right to tell me to stay away from boys like you!”
