The hot chocolate was much too sweet and Basch grimaced as he drank it. It was always cool on an airship's deck and the hot chocolate had seemed the best heated option on the saloon's menu. It warmed well enough, he supposed as he wrapped his fingers more tightly around the cup, and that alone made it worth it - even if it was rather less than palatable.
"Traveling the commercial lines never fails to make me grateful for the Strahl."
"I, as well." Offering Balthier the cup, he wrapped his hands around Balthier's narrow waist and turned the sky pirate to face him fully. "It has quite spoiled me, I am afraid."
"Has it now?" Balthier's smile tasted of chocolate, its sweetness tempered by the taste of Balthier's mouth. The cup dropped, forgotten, and Balthier's hands rose to rest upon Basch's arms as they kissed until the last traces of chocolate were gone. Balthier's lips were flushed when they broke apart, and smiling still. "You are, of course, welcome to fly on her, any time you wish."
