The difficulties are the adventure. I swear, you're like some crochety old mans shaking a cane at kids playing on his yard.

[Catty takes his hand when he offers it, reveling in the way he looks at her, the way he smirks. This place is almost as close to heaven as she's going to get, and considering they were literally in hell last time, well.

She nods as he gives his ultimatums, her lips tracing a path from his temple and down his jawline, even though she wears a mock serious expression.] Oh, of course. These seem like very reasonable terms, your highness.