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The capital is boring.
Why is the capital boring? It's the capital! It should have interesting people in it! But noo, everyone she's met so far has been an idiot. Mostly not even an entertaining idiot, just a boring idiot who thinks she should be impressed by their whatever, like, no, in order to impress her you can start by not being an idiot.
On the plus side, the party has free booze, so that's nice.
Hug. "It's very convenient. Imagine if I were alone in a castle with only two other people, one of whom I disliked. It would be awful."
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be here!" she says brightly. "If my standards were 'not the worst possible' I would be optimizing for avoidance of theoretical possibility of swanning, but my standards are higher, so magic healing epic library and your charming company win out."
"Well, that's not necessarily the most relevant possible positive adjective at the moment."
Mmmmmmm. Kiss.
"Of all the occasions where I have ever read poetry, this has definitely been my favourite."
"Best poetry reading, first unswan, and first consensual sex in who knows how long. I'm very, very flattered."
Kiss.
"So," she says, smirking a bit, "speaking of accomplishments, what's your refractory period like?"
"Do you want to go see about that pool of blood? On the floor of the ballroom, maybe," he suggests.
"That sounds like a really good idea! ...Possibly we should wear clothes for the trip there. Or just not be human-shaped, I guess."
"Nobody can tell how clothed we are or aren't when we're riding the wind!"
So he kisses her, and they ride the wind to the ballroom, which is still gorgeous, and he stands in the middle of the room and holds her in his arms and kisses her some more.
She continues to be a very enthusiastic kisser.
...Considering their plans, she checks to see if the bottle of healing water came with.
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