Polio
Pol's expression softened even more at his gaze and his compliment. She even glanced down at the word 'cute', blushing even if it wasn't noticeable. "Thank you..."
Retracting her hand she folded them in her lap gave him a side long glance, ears swiveling in his direction, even flattening slightly in embarrassment as he answered her question. She felt foolish for asking as it seemed to give him great discomfort. Still, she was curious and pleased that he would answer anyways.
"Primary tactician?" She piped up curiously, "You must be smart and brave for having such a position... They must trust you greatly as well! I think you deserve a break like this. Especially here in a beautiful garden."
While her ear caught the last quip he made, she made no response but tilted her head towards him, a puzzled expression. While she didn't want to cause him any more discomfort she had at least one more question to ask. Tentatively she turned to face him and smiled kindly,
"...Be here? Or you do you not adore your lord and land that you represent?"
*Nicholas smile faded on and off, not sure of how to feel at this point. All he wanted was a relaxing night, while perhaps meeting people of other nations and universes to become friends with. And here, he had met this beautiful young woman... who's only flaw might've been.. the way she worded things, to be honest, innocent, and brutal all at once. He greatly admired this form of speech, and yet his heart grew heavy as he presented her with the truth.*
"....Let us just say that if given the chance..... I would give all of my very being and soul to not have this gift of divine insight.... this accursed ability to foresee into thousands of potential incomes within minutes and come up with the best possible situations to employ on the field of bloody battle.... I would trade it all in, in exchange for a life free of this blood on my head and this blood on my hands...."
*Nicholas sighed, and while hesitant, closed his eyes tightly and downed the 3/4 of wine he had left in his glass in three swigs. He then angrily chucked the glass high into the night sky, well beyond the sight of any viewer who dared watch the use of his near god-like strength. but upon realizing that this display of anger might frighten Pol, Nicholas trembled, and just sat, sighing heavily and turning away, ashamed that he had just ruined a perfectly wonderful evening for this kind, beautiful, and innocent soul.*