She grins.

"Overall I think the fact that you're a psion and I'm a mage is pretty great."

"I agree."

"After I make everyone immortal we should fund a planet," he muses.

"Fund it? I was envisioning a queen-and-consort-and-happy-subjects setup."

He pictures this. "Okay yes I prefer that. I want a crown."

"Sure, why not."

"What would my crown look like, though. An organic aesthetic I think..."

"You'll have to be able to do neat things with plants to terraform a planet, you could make something out of plants."

"A garland of roses," he suggests, and giggles.

"I was thinking something with vines and optionally thorns," she says. "Ivy."

"Yeah, that sounds more like my style."

"Or laurel and a toga."

"Really? I mean, not that I much mind the idea of being a single piece of fabric away from being naked in your presence, but why?"

"I'm just being silly. I actually have few opinions on clothes in general except 'crowns are cool'. I'll probably go around in a circlet and jeans and a t-shirt."

"I could go with a toga and the thorny vines, that way there's the advantage of the cool crown and being easy to strip when you feel like taking me."

Giggle.

"Although if we're queen-and-consort of the world I could just walk around actually naked."

"What if I want you-naked all to myself?"

"You're the queen, obviously you can have whatever you want, especially where I'm concerned."

"Good," she says, running a knuckle along his jaw.

"Mmm," he says, lowering his eyes.

She pulls his face down and smooches him. "Mine."

"Aaalll yours."

"Good boy."