"My" Empress. - My sincerest apologies, your highness

Where is my tea?

You're excused. General.

Well hello there.

"Well they were doing something right for a change. Look how Handsome you are."

The Supreme Leader closed his eyes as smiled toward the ground to himself. "Yes, and my plus one at the Gala. I did apologize for waiting til that morning to ask you to attend, didn't I?"

"Agreed."

"I don't need your permission. - Its my ship."

"No dear, I have not forgotten." He smiled faintly before approaching him from behind so he could talk against his ear. "I just don't see why your complaining."

// - - I hate my job. How the fuck is PIZZA a "essential" business. . .?

"Perhaps I should stay away more often, - if I'm gifted such a glorious grin on my return."

"You say that now. . ."

"Are you threatening me, If so, you are doing so terribly, Because now I'm slightly tempted and aroused.

"....." He waited til the General got nearly past the doorway before saying it.

". . . do not under estimate my words, Grand Marshal." The Supreme leader now returned a amused smirk of his own.