"Numbers are so informal." He says clasping her hand as he raises it to meet his lips. "Your highness." A smirk crawls across his face as his daring eyes catch hers for a split moment before he kisses the back of her hand and releases it.

He takes a sip of his drink and turns, leaning with both elbows on the bar, to look out at the rest of the patrons.

"After all that too is inevitable, well after our victory, marriage, honeymoon and our granted rule over the denizens of hell." He chuckles lightly before taking another quick sip of his drink.
"Ahh I can't wait." He adds with a sly grin and wink.
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