Patrols were not one of Hana's favorite activities, especially since the time she was waking could be better spent training. Perhaps double especially this particular evening considering her partner was none other than Nohr's infamous flirt, Laslow.

While she had certainly heard the rumors of his exploits, and seen the results more often than not, he had yet to make a move on her. This was something that Hana was actually grateful for, however, as she suspected being flirted with would no doubt interrupt her training regimen.

So far, so good, Hana thought to herself as the two neared the halfway mark of their patrol. Maybe he only flirted when not working? Despite his flowery disposition, Hana's professional opinion of him was slowly increasing.

Until he opened his mouth, anyways.

"Lovely night," Laslow said, his position a few paces ahead of Hana's. "Perhaps only just barely as lovely as yourself, Hana."

Hana wanted to gag at his cheesy line, or hit him, or both. "Just keep walking," she grunted, nudging him in the back with the tip of her sword, still in its scabbard for his benefit. For now, anyways.

"But you know," he continued as she caught up to walk next to him. "I do know of a way you could definitely surpass any night in terms of beauty in a second."

"Oh, this better be good…" Hana trailed off, not too subtly patting her katana.

"It's wonderful, I think!" Laslow seemingly materialized a tube of lipstick and gave his best winning smile. "I haven't seen you wear too much makeup, so I figured it'd be a good change of pace, wouldn't you-" He yelped in surprise as Hana gave him a hard shove.

"There's a pretty good reason I don't wear any makeup, you know," Hana grit her teeth, shooting Laslow a glare that would stop a Faceless dead in its tracks. "There's absolutely no use for makeup on the battlefield!"

"Ah, but that's the beauty of it! See, the shopkeeper I got this particular stick from toted it as fantastic war paint." Neither of the two present particularly believed his statement, but Hana didn't stop him just to see where he would go with it. "A little bit of this on, your confidence gets boosted tenfold, and your enemies run for the hills before being cut down!"

"That's absolutely the worst lie I've heard, Laslow."

"Well, it was worth a shot. All the she did say was that it was a lovely shade of pink called 'sakura'." Laslow began to put the lipstick away, but Hana grabbed his wrist.

"Hold on there," Hana narrowed her eyes at him, gripping his wrist tighter. "What did you say the color was?"

"Er, sakura?" Laslow took the lipstick back out and handed it to her. "See? It's somewhat small, but it's there, plain as day."

And indeed it was. Right on the tube in gold letters, "sakura". Hana felt conflicted as she held the tube in her hand. On the one hand, she had to know what it looked like, but on the other hand, giving Laslow vindication was frustrating. "I'll wear this on one condition," she said after a moment of silence.

"Done."

"But I didn't…" She shook her head and sighed. "We're going to train together, and if you can even keep up, I'll try it on."

"Oh, is that all?" Laslow gave his trademark wink and a smile combo. "Just be sure to tell me when you put it on, I would love to see it on you."

At the very least, Hana knew she could hit his face with a sword and no one would look their way.