He was just about to start humming, peaceful and happy though he was, when she brought up the subject of... the little ones. His slight rocking back and forth froze for a moment, before continuing, as he though about what she just provoked. Children were not part of his plan- he wanted to move and take over Noxus, and then maybe take over those people who makes nice explosives, so that he could provoke Ardany into doing something rash, and then taking over Ardany and leaving the land of explosions alone. Children didn't fit in until he had finished all these; he needed a heir when he had his rule over whatever it was he'd be ruling when secure, not before.

But Aleksandra might end up changing that. He couldn't have his assassin down and out for the count, either, for several months- he needed her. And, he's heard of how women get when they're pregnant, and having a moody, emotional woman, a moody, emotional, exotic, DANGEROUS woman, in his bed every night while she still had some beef on him wasn't a sound idea for him.

And then her brothers- did she even know that they were en route, trying to secure peace? They had mentioned a package that they will pay dearly for, and he had no doubt that it'd be Aleksandra. He could bargain a lengthy peace with Ardany, if he used her- but might insult them if they find out she's here, and he refuses to let them take her, and that she has significant power. He'd be risking war, or at least heavy scowling from Ardany.

But with her curled up against him, he almost didn't care.

So he enjoyed the kiss, and continued stroking her hair- his goal was to put her to sleep, and then think on all that she was telling him.

It only took ten minutes for her to slip into unconsciousness; he waited probably another ten minutes to start moving again. He stood up, Aleksandra in his arms, and set her on the bed. Retrieving some of his bandages, he carefully applied them to her still somewhat bloody shoulder, and then debated about her clothing. Finally, he decided it needed to come off- he didn't need bloodstains in his sheets, and she'd sleep more comfortably. She had taken to spending his money freely, so it wasn't as if this wasn't her only dress- being inexperienced at dresses, he, quite literally, just cut the thing off with one of his sharper knives. He tried not to stare too much at her in her underclothes, which were, in comparison to the normal Noxan lady's, rather sparse. He quickly tucked her into the center of his bed.

Then he took a step back, and looked down at his ridiculous garb. He sighed to himself, and used his same knife to slice off his clothing, too- he'd never wear the silly thing again. He took some amount of pleasure in cutting it up, already preparing for an end to his father's rule.

Then he slipped into bed behind the sleeping Aleksandra, and pulled her close, fitting her back to his chest, the back of her legs to the front of his, fitted like a glove. He lightly wrapped arms around her smooth, exposed belly, and let himself fall asleep.