"Oh, no, heaven forbid. Kvanne would never allow that."
Trita rolls her eyes but there's a lingering smug look to them like a child with a secret.
"And since when do I ever go against Kvanne?"
Of course, she brings visiting dignitaries here whenever she gets the chance. She's dug up more dirt on those people than any advisor could ever hope to get through years of intense research. Learning about other culture is fun but, in those specific situations, it's all about the information she can get. She was a spy before she was The Empress. She knows how valuable information is.
"Oh, the things I could share about some people, things you would never guess. Well, I suppose you'll actually get that experience since you'll be following me around now. We'll have to figure out a way to make you seem less intimidating or my tactics won't work on people in the same room as you... Then again, maybe we're learning now that wine is the trick, hm?"
She leans over and taps the rim of his glass, having to stretch and little further than she thought, but the reaction of seeing him jump a little is priceless.
"And I suppose you aren't entirely wrong with your guess about what I gain from this room. That's the purer reason, if you're taking the information dealing out of the picture. But I think you've only scratched the surface as to why I like people to have that homey feeling. The general enjoying people feeling safe is also nice since everyone under the sun seems to be under my care and this is the place I can see that I'm doing something right. But, there's more."
Her own glass of wine is back to her lips so she can finish off her second glass and put it back down on her personal table, humming through the last sip happily. It really is her favorite, Lance wasn't wrong. The taste lingers and makes her relax, slouching a bit instead of sitting up so straight and rigid, letting her eyes slip closed to savor it just a moment longer.
"The deeper reason is something you'll have to figure out on your own, Mr. Commander. I'm not about to tell you. If I have to hunt for your reason then you have to hunt for mine."
Little taunt over, her eyes open and drag over to him, looking more at the curve of his spine and set of his shoulders, sweeping over the contours for a moment to read them. For most people, that's the body language of being guarded, or closing oneself off, but, for him, it seems like that may actually be the opposite. He nearly seems relaxed like that.
"Are you uncomfortable in here? Or do you feel a sense of belonging? What would you change to feel like this room belongs to you and you alone?"
Trita rolls her eyes but there's a lingering smug look to them like a child with a secret.
"And since when do I ever go against Kvanne?"
Of course, she brings visiting dignitaries here whenever she gets the chance. She's dug up more dirt on those people than any advisor could ever hope to get through years of intense research. Learning about other culture is fun but, in those specific situations, it's all about the information she can get. She was a spy before she was The Empress. She knows how valuable information is.
"Oh, the things I could share about some people, things you would never guess. Well, I suppose you'll actually get that experience since you'll be following me around now. We'll have to figure out a way to make you seem less intimidating or my tactics won't work on people in the same room as you... Then again, maybe we're learning now that wine is the trick, hm?"
She leans over and taps the rim of his glass, having to stretch and little further than she thought, but the reaction of seeing him jump a little is priceless.
"And I suppose you aren't entirely wrong with your guess about what I gain from this room. That's the purer reason, if you're taking the information dealing out of the picture. But I think you've only scratched the surface as to why I like people to have that homey feeling. The general enjoying people feeling safe is also nice since everyone under the sun seems to be under my care and this is the place I can see that I'm doing something right. But, there's more."
Her own glass of wine is back to her lips so she can finish off her second glass and put it back down on her personal table, humming through the last sip happily. It really is her favorite, Lance wasn't wrong. The taste lingers and makes her relax, slouching a bit instead of sitting up so straight and rigid, letting her eyes slip closed to savor it just a moment longer.
"The deeper reason is something you'll have to figure out on your own, Mr. Commander. I'm not about to tell you. If I have to hunt for your reason then you have to hunt for mine."
Little taunt over, her eyes open and drag over to him, looking more at the curve of his spine and set of his shoulders, sweeping over the contours for a moment to read them. For most people, that's the body language of being guarded, or closing oneself off, but, for him, it seems like that may actually be the opposite. He nearly seems relaxed like that.
"Are you uncomfortable in here? Or do you feel a sense of belonging? What would you change to feel like this room belongs to you and you alone?"