Javik wasn't an easy one to kick out - he'd endured a spire full of flying furniture to get at her, once. She could throw whatever she wanted at him, but he was staying.

"The world will suffer for our desires." It was a joke, mostly, even if the both of them really did have matters that needed attention. Selfishness like this didn't win wars, but at the moment he didn't care. Rather than talk about it, he tilted his head up to kiss her, one hand moving up her neck.