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[sturmhond]

[ He's smiling. She's getting to know him a little too well. ]

You know, teaching others is its own form of training.

[sankta]

Why do I still talk to you?

Fine. I'll do it. But you better be a damn good teacher.

[sturmhond]

[ He injects a tone of moderate disbelief into his voice. ]

Saints, you must have forgotten who you're talking to. I'll have you shooting a bullseye at fifty feet within a week.

And that's before we even get on to the fencing lessons.

[sankta]

Does this mean I have to buy a sword now?

[sturmhond]

Do you mean to tell me you haven't?

[sankta]

I was just going to get food and clothes. Maybe some new knives.

[sturmhond]

Saints. Yes, get a sword. I'll make you good with it, believe me.

[sankta]

Anything else while you're barking orders at me?

[sturmhond]

Yes.

Will you join me for dinner? After our supplies arrive, obviously.

[sankta]

What?

Like... you're cooking dinner?

[sturmhond]

[ He laughs, sounding strangely honest when he does so. ]

I was thinking about it.

[sankta]

Oh.


Okay. That would be nice.

[sturmhond]

[ Did she just...

Agree? She's never agreed to anything so easily. Well, he'd better get someone to teach him how to cook beef now. ]

Excellent. I'll call on you, then, once supplies are in.

[sankta]

[ This is different!!! ]

Getting a little formal now?

That sounds good. I'll wait until then, then.

[sturmhond]

We have to do these things properly.

Do you want me to wear cologne? I could wear cologne.

[sankta]

It would make a change from your usual stink. So please, do.

[sturmhond]

I happen to have a wonderful natural scent. Let's hope it doesn't overpower your delicate sensibilities.

[sankta]

You do know I've met you, right? I know what you smell like.

[sturmhond]

You’re so offensive. I’ve never had a single complaint. But, as my lady commands.

[sankta]

All right, I'm sorry.

Your scent's not that bad.

[sturmhond]

Such tepid sentiment. But I'll take it. Permit me to say I'm looking forward to this, Alina.

[sankta]

You are? [ Good thing he can't see her blush... ]

I am too. Do you cook well?

[sturmhond]

[ He's never done it before. Unless you count heating meat he's hunted here over a fire.

Which he doesn't, because it's not real cooking, and that's not what he's aiming for here. ]

I have exquisite taste. You won't be disappointed.

[sankta]

[ He could just ask her to cook. She's probably cooked more than him. ]

I'll give you this, you've never disappointed me in my life.

[sturmhond]

[ Hmm. Well, that makes him smile. ]

I do make it a habit to avoid that. Wait and see. You'll enjoy.