[color=#b97703]“Well, I hope you’re part of ‘some people’ then, because yours is the only opinion I care about,”[/color] Cas teased Iris as they walked. At one point in his life, he’d used to enjoy the attention he got as ‘Aspiria’s most desirable bachelor,’ but the effect had worn off after a while. The repeated flattery by the media and people he crossed in the streets that had once puffed up his ego eventually left him feeling jaded. So, he wasn’t lying to her when he said that he didn’t care what anyone else thought. The opinions of others, while sometimes nice to hear, didn’t leave an impact on him the same way hers did. He wanted to hear that she thought highly of him, that she found him attractive or was drawn to different aspects of his person. Anything she had to say would mean more simply because he valued her perspective.

When she answered his question, he nodded thoughtfully. It seemed like she’d chosen a path for them to take that would allow him to choose whichever direction he wanted to go. That was relieving. He was also glad to hear that the roadway wasn’t used very often outside of supply runs—for and by the rebellion, he guessed. It was a little unnerving to know that they were going to be borrowing a route that the members of the Scourge used to get around, but at the same time, what ever the odds that anyone would see them if it wasn’t a high-traffic street? As long as they were careful, he still felt confident that they would be alright. They just had to keep watch for cars while they were on their way to the center of the kingdom.

[color=#b97703]“I beg to differ,”[/color] he smiled at her amusedly when she said he was a better tour guide. [color=#b97703]“I don’t think I would be nearly this good if I didn’t have all my memories. I’m still impressed that you’ve gotten us this far when you’re coping with amnesia.”[/color] It was interesting to him how she was able to remember some things about the districts without any trouble, yet details about her own past still seemed to be absent from her mind. If he didn’t know better, he wouldn’t have realized she’d had a head injury at all. Compared to the night when he’d first found her, she was doing worlds better.

Removing his hand from his pocket, he laced his fingers with hers and fell in step a little closer to her side. [color=#b97703]“I’m definitely making up for all the workouts I skipped recently,”[/color] he joked with a shake of his head. [color=#b97703]“Every day is leg day outside the capital.”[/color] Giving her hand an affectionate squeeze, he turned back to her again to ask, [color=#b97703]“If you could show me any district, which one would you want me to see?”[/color]