"Hmm."

"Hmm?" He looks at her and at where she's looking and his grin widens as he lowers his eyes.

Isabella doesn't finish getting dressed right away.

"Ma'am?" he prods, biting his lower lip.

And then he is pounced upon.

Well, I'll say! Who could have possibly predicted this outcome?

And over breakfast Isabella asks if Sadde wants her to come along when he goes.

"I'd love to have you with me, but if you don't want to it's alright," he shrugs slightly.

"I'll come for at least the first while. I may wander off if you get deep in negotiations with a circus."

"That's fair, though I'm sure the circus would love to have you."

"Oh yeah? What would I do in a circus?"

"Probably tame lions."

"I'm not sure I have any relevant skills."

"I'm pretty sure if you glared at them they'd stop and roll over."

She giggles. "I'm not sure lions have your taste in doms, pet."

He grins. "It's not a matter of taste, it's just an objective fact."

"Not to lions."

He waves a hand dismissively. "They'll surely come around."

"Please do not bet my ability to survive close proximity with a lion on my objective sexiness."

"I won't," he giggles. "I'm pretty sure the situation won't come up, anyway."

"Probably not."

"And if it does I might be able to just wreck its circulatory system."

Snort. "My loyal knight-mage."