“There are matches like that in Zeltiva too,” Aimee revealed. “They’re underground, meaning they’re held on East Street in alleys and in cellars. I hear they’re by invitation only and apparently Ryon’s been to one of those as well.”

Noah sucked on the two caramel candies in his mouth as the two women went back and forth on the fights. His eyes flicked between the two when it was their turns to talk, though his mind was meandering around to envisioning the fights themselves. He was drawn to Elann as her hands went back around him, giving him a little flinch in fright as he was wasn’t paying attention to her since Aimee spoke up again. He looked at her as she settled around him and he settled from the momentary scare.

Noah saw her chest puff up in charging of the deep sigh that came, one that caused his head to curiously tilt in question as she looked past him out of the wagon. The hand not holding the candies came up to wrap around her in kind before he leaned in and placed another kiss on her, this one on her cheek instead of the corner of her mouth.

In mirth, he mimicked her, taking a deep breath himself to out in the same fashion she did hers. Instead of looking out of the wagon he looked to her, wondering if she would manage to catch ahold of his playfully mocking nature. He took it on in order to pull her from whatever labored her breath so, hoping she could catch onto him.