"Can I call you Miss Irpa?" the Emissary-in-Training asked her, and her eyes flashed yellow.
"No," she said to him, but his mind was already made up.
"Miss Irpa," he cooed, and leaned in close to steal a kiss. She brought a hand up to smack that ridiculously full mouth of his shut, but he just fluttered his lashes at her, catching her hand in his to bestow her a kiss to her knuckles.
"You'll make a useless emissary," the newly-christened Miss Irpa said to him, and he smiled with his bright teeth and laughed.
"And you'll be sleeping with one," he said, "Miss Irpa. That flows so much nicer than your name."
"I'm never referring to you as your real name again," she said, and he shrugged.
"Good. I can't even pronounce it," and finally stole the kiss he was after.