Just you and me, baby

He gave her a sly mile, shuffling enough to tug at one of her ears. He wasn’t accustomed to the feeling of weakness. It took him completely by surprise, and there was a thrum of fear in his chest that he was doing a very good job of ignoring. This would not claim him, this weakness wouldn’t last.

“No, too much of a mouthful. We should take my Grandfather's favourite route. Name them… Ignita the second, third, fourth…” He was teasing her now, he wasn’t quite as foolish as the old Warlord, though he might sneak a middle name in there somewhere. He didn’t bother to ask of last names, having no doubt in his mind that they would be little Fatalis’. That was their birthright. He tugged a little at her ear again, clearly too exhausted to tease her any further than that.