“Where ever will you find one! Alone! In a bath! With me!”

Oh, wait, right here: kiss.

Kiss! She's so great!

He’s so great, too! She likes him so much!

“I do believe that concludes our serious grownup talk. Good job, I think we did great, even if I did get distracted by royal bloodlines and the mechanics of inter-species sex.”

"I can explain the latter in more detail if you're curious."

She looks very tempted.

“Yes, but maybe as conversation while we’re wandering around the Fire Islands, because that seems like it might be a lot of explaining? If you have as much experience as you’re implying.”

"Another solid plan of yours."

“I have come up with a few of those!” She agrees, grinning. “Okay, I think we’re clean, and I’m hungry, so let’s be off my darling.”

"Let's indeed, my princess."

They have breakfast available again, waiting for them.

At some point she should meet and befriend his chef, along with the rest of his staff. Not knowing them all feels incorrect. She doesn’t expect to be as good at remembering all of the details of everyone James meets, but she’d like to know the people that directly work for him.

... ‘At some point’ might be now, actually, she does not expect James’s schedule to miraculously clear. Now might be a good time to mention this ambition of hers, at least.

“I kind of want to meet all of your staff at some point,” she says, while nibbling breakfast. “I bet they’re all very nice.”

"They are! I could introduce you. Now?"

“Now’s fine! Though maybe after we finish eating.”

"Yes, of course."

She goes back to eating, then:

“Oh! Do I get to introduce myself as your girlfriend now, and vice versa, or?”

"Only if I can keep saying I found you in a cave."

“Are you kidding? Saying you found me in a cave is - almost - the best part. It’d break my heart to ever stop.”

"Then you can be my girlfriend whom I found in a cave!" he says cheerily. "Out of curiosity, what is the best part?"

“You,” she says, feeling like an absolute sap.

"You," he accuses, "are a treasure."

"Also a sap! A corny, romantic sap that can't believe she said something that... that. However much she means it." She quickly scarfs down the last of her breakfast. "Okay, done, let's go meet your staff before I say something else in that vein, clearly I cannot be around you without supervision, for fear of being too... that."

"Supervision? I did not know you were into that." Up he gets and towards the door.

"I, no, I'm," she stutters.

She gets up and follows him, sighing, "... I kind of walked into that."

"Yes you did—" There's a bell outside. "—huh. I usually don't have visitors."

"Oh? I suppose you'd rarely be home, that makes sense. Well, should I pretend not to be here, or...?"

"No, it's fine. I'll get it!" he calls to his servants, and downstairs he goes to open the door to—

   —a woman who looks very much like him. Tall, similarly-coloured-hair, the same eyes and nose and jaw, the same air. They're very clearly related, and she's just as beautiful as he is. "Oh, Commander! What a pleasure to catch you."

"—Deborah."

    "You remember my name! I should be honoured. And are you going to introduce me?" she asks, leaning to the side to look at Vetareh.

"Ah, Vetareh, this is Deborah, my sister. Deborah, this is Vetareh, my girlfriend."

... This feels a little too convenient for Vetareh, but okay, sure, she can be polite to James's sister.

She curtsies politely. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Deborah. He's mentioned you, I'm glad we could meet."

That last part was to help James with that barb about forgetting her. See? She's helpful.