Crona sighed and rested their head further in their arms on the back of the chair, but couldn't quite completely relax. Even though they knew that Ragnarok had their back, the lady he was chatting to was still a potential menace. They frowned for the hundredth time that night, thinking back to their conversation in the dungeons, then the fact that both him and the lady had insisted that they sit backwards on the chair, to give them some privacy.

Slurpy noises were heard from over their shoulder, and they tensed. This was going to be a long, uncomfortable evening.