Ah, yes he remembered his state of bemusement when she had turned on him and yelled at him for stepping in and saving her from getting really roughed up. He hadn't liked that kid anyway, but her fiery nature had drawn him in, at odds with his cool calmness that had only developed more as he aged. "Yeah, you stopped when I poked you in the nose and told you that you were cute and I'd like to wipe the blood from your face with my handkerchief." That was a day he would never forget, how they had looked at each other as school kids and then bonded together after that.

He didn't touch her to make her uncomfortable, but he could feel the way she reacted to him anyway. He smiled a little to ease her, rubbing back down to the top of her backside. "I knew you could never actually refuse a charmer like me," he drawled casually, though he was very pleased to hear her say yes to him. Who would have thought he'd be dating in the middle of a war anyway? "Nothing really to say. They caught us, roughed us up a bit, worked us like slaves and then for whatever reason I was singled out to go to isolation. I don't remember much after the first jab."