Awwww.

He slips upstairs after a while to bring Cir snacks from the party.

Cir thinks the snacks are delicious.

"My tiny alt has gone around telling everyone that I bought a boyfriend in Godspring and no one is allowed to touch him."

"You're my client, not my owner."

"I am very aware. I have told him to cut it out."

Hug.

"You don't owe me anything."

"I know you're not going to suddenly make demands of me. It's okay."

"It's not just the factual point that I'm not going to make demands of you it's also that you don't owe me anything." Hug.

Snuggle. "Do I need to pick up a habit you find mildly annoying to reassure you about how secure I am in my understanding of that?"

"I don't know about annoying habits but if you told me not to do things, occasionally, that'd probably help."

"Any things? I forbid you to eat pears for a week." Kiss.

"But what if the countries I'm visiting serve fancy pear dishes and it would be discourteous to refuse them?" 

"Tell them you're allergic."

"Elves don't get allergies. I hadn't heard of them until Midnight summoned a demon to make us popcorn one time and the demon asked if we had any allergies. They sound terrible."

"They're not that bad."

"Don't they sometimes, just, kill people. For no reason."

"...the ones people I know have just make them itchy or sneezy."

"Oh, okay. That's actually not too bad. I will carefully avoid pears. Do you need anything before I leave again?"

"I'm going to get Ruviri first this time."

"Sounds good." 

And when the delegation is ready to head back out he goes with Cir to get the door for Ruviri.

Ruviri is convinced to come visit and fetches her attendant and kisses every one of their siblings' heads goodbye and hugs their parents and skips into Milliways and holds her brother's hand.

They look very serene like that.

Awwwww. He tells Bar that all of them are on his tab and then heads back out to meet more nations.

Six more mages die. Three are whitemages and do not keep their powers. A red and a blue and a copper do.

The nations are all interested in his swag, in scoping out his interest in attacking their enemies, and in the opportunities afforded by otherworldly magic.

He is very very generous with the stuff. He is totally disinterested in attacking their enemies but not yet ready to give particularly emphatic signals that they too ought to stop attacking their enemies, not until he knows more. He does tell one pragmatic-seeming minister that if his world went to war against another equipped with their weapons there would be no survivors on either side, and that for this reason advanced societies mostly grow out of wars - "or at least never have them twice."