Aazin: "Ryzin, you and a few men patrol the palace in silence. I'll stay under that ridge—" he pointed at the cluster of small houses on the mountain slope, "—close enough to move fast if needed. And you, Ana… do you want to stay or leave?"
Ana took a breath, steadying herself. "I'll stay. You'll need me. If that boy really is who we think he is, he's dangerous. I don't want to lose either of you."
Both men exchanged a faint smile.
Ryzin leaned in, smirking. "Don't worry, Ana. It's only a matter of time before we finish him. So… you want to live with us?"
Ana bit her nail and blinked, teasing. "I'll do something spicy."
Ryzin: "Ouuu, Ana-chan, so cute! What spicy?"
Ana tilted her head, lips curving. "I'll become… a geisha."
Ryzin's nose bled instantly. His heartbeat thundered. "R-really? A geisha? Gods, Ana, I can already see you… those curves, that silk—ufff, hot, hot, hot! And me—drunk every night at your shows, watching only you. Anaaaa! Mua, mua, mua!"
