[h2]Aden[/h2]

[quote=@Dyelli Beybi]

"Why you've made quite the impressive recovery Mister Robertson," Zoe remarked as she fell back in step with Aden.  She was a graceful dancer, apparently practiced at this, if little of any practical value.  Not surprising for a daughter on Inburian aristocracy.  She still had that slight smile on her face as if amused by her own private joke, "So," she asked, eyes sparkling as she looked up at her dance partner, "What do you suppose our gallant Captain intends to do once we get to the Mitteland?  Will he honour my promises of pay for those who were reluctant to retrieve the gold, or do you think he'll keep it all for the greater good on Inbur?"

She cocked her head to one side slightly as they turned in time to the music, "What is an honourable Captain to do in times such as these -  when honour pulls in different directions?  And what do you imagine our Mister Carter will do?"

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Aden gave a snort; starting into the meandering circle of these steps. He might have forsaken his original merchant bound path for the military life. But he could still recognize politics at work. 

“Tell me Miss Spyrou. Is this dance an attempt to change my opinion or to gauge it?” He made sure to keep himself eyes locked with hers; no need to give away anything by glancing around the room. Her gaze was dark and piercing and he gave a defeated sigh as he answered anyways. 

“Truthfully, the promise of pay is probably too tempting. I would keep an eye on the man. Especially if he starts to get foolish notions.” 

A ache ran down his spine as Zoe adjusted her grip and Aden gave a reflex hiss as it landed on the tender scar.