"You called, Your Highness?"
"King Kilvas."
"You even remembered my old title. I'm flattered." Naesala smirked at the empress, pointedly looking down at her. "You haven't changed a bit, I see."
Sanaki glared at him. The leverage from her throne still wasn't enough to make her as tall as he was. "I'll have you know I grew a foot-"
"And you still have that temper I remember so clearly. (And you're still shorter than me.)"
"(Be quiet.) Hmmph. I can see that you're still as obnoxious as ever, crow."
"Crow? You wound me, empress," Naesala responded, mock hurt in his voice. "Here I thought we had built some respect between us-"
"Naesala."
"Sanaki." Naesala continued to smirk and pulled himself a chair. "Was there any particular… reason you wanted me?"
"I-"
"Reminiscing about old times? I thought that might be it. You'll forgive me if I don't look back on being ordered around all the time with much fondness."
"Forgiven," Sanaki replied. Then she cursed. "But that wasn't what I-"
"Then again, it wasn't so bad. I suppose." Naesala blinked. "Did you say something?"
"I did," Sanaki answered, glaring, "but thanks to you, I've forgotten what I was intending to talk to you about."
"So sorry." After a few seconds' pause, Naesala spoke again. "Do you still have that Zelgius poster in your bedroom?"
"I was thirteen-"
"That's a yes, then."
"No!" she squeaked. "Of course not!"
"…" Naesala turned his head. "Prove it."
"Not a chance." Sanaki shook her head. "Is that really the best you can do to get into my bedroom, Naesala? You must be getting slow in your old-"
"I am at the peak of my abilities, thank you very much," Naesala interrupted, turning back to glare at her, "and I am still as… successful as I ever was."
"Prove it."
"Gladly."
In a minute, he'd leaned over and was kissing her fiercely. (Naesala never went slowly. Not ever.)
"You know," Sanaki commented as she caught her breath, "every single empress before me is spinning in her grave."
"The former kings of Kilvas," Naesala replied with a smug look, "are cheering me on. Except for King Reese, but he was a prude and no one ever liked him anyway."
Sanaki chuckled. "Is that so?"
"Of course." He paused, and then commented, "You've probably replaced that poster with something even more embarrassing…"
"Have not."
"Prove it."
"Gladly."
