Hmm.

Xoxo, Reyna.

Training... Sounds boring.

Relax. In style.

Is he certain he just doesn't trust her to not draw on his face if he sleeps? (She wouldn't do that. Jett might, but not the Empress.)

He's so cute when he's grumpy. Like a bear. . . but he's always like a bear. “Feel free to start a conversation, old man.”

“I did. I just didn't want to be rude and take the spotlight, cariño.” Wink.

Typical. She should've expected that to come from him. “It would be better with live targets — all this work gets me so hungry.” Parasitic? Yes. But it was all part of her charm. “I'm surprised yours isn't still going on; I must be very special for you to finally relax.”

Catching up. Glad to see I was missed, si?

Brimstone could get it. I'm just saying.

You're cute when you blush.

She's yet to return the embrace, if only for a brief moment. She's going to try and get him flustered; cue the Empress nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

No~. I just heard my name.

Calling me old isn't the way to mi corazón.

“Are you going to give me a besito, Brimstone? I can see it in your eyes, you old softie.” Her features scrunch into a playful sneer, but she does manage to tilt her cheek against his hand. Rough fingertips, soft touch. She digs it.

😈

👀

the girl she's hiding horns.