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Her arms came up as well to mimic his folded arms, weight shifting to one hip. "Then don't power up anymore after this, and you won't have to worry about it." It was simple enough. "As far as I know no ones forcing you to play hero."

She could have been wrong, but...

That smug look was met with a cool smile, Romulus leaning in a few inches so their faces were closer together. "Then why do I feel you?" Like a bright beacon behind her eyelids. He could posture or pretend all he wanted, but he couldn't lie about what he was, not to her. Not to anyone with an aura.

A dark brow twitched upward at the slow drag of his eyes down the length of her body, and she smiled, smug. "I'm neutral, I don't stand on either side." Her court took care of itself. Their magic might have come from chaos, but they weren't a part of the Negaverse.

"And who says I'm looking for attention?" It was contrite, but deliberately so, and it certainly didn't match the smile on dark lips as she looked up at him.

His lack of outright aggression meant she didn't have her guard up like she usually would have, and when he reached out to drag her in against him she wasn't excepting it. Tension sang through the whole of her small body for a handful of seconds, but when nothing else happened she let herself relax again, a muscle at a time. Hands resting on the cool plastic of his chest plate.

When she'd run into him she'd really expected things to dissolve into something physical, but not like this.

"Well I'm definitely feeling more of you now,' she agreed, voice low and purring.

Well he wasn't wrong, Romulus certainly enjoyed attention, and what she was getting from this shiny new page had taken a hard left from annoyance to exciting. She'd never run into anyone on order's side more interested in fun than fighting.

And assuming he wasn't just dickijg her along for shits and giggles, this page was definitely interested in fun. His hands moved along her body, sliding up to cup along the small of her back. Firm and strong, and Romulus pushed just a bit against it, just to feel the strength in that big hand

"Neutrals a good place to be," she continued conversationally, but distracted, attention on the press of his body and the soft tug at the back of her skirt.

It was a tempting offer, a potentially dangerous, disastrous offer, but that made it all the more alluring. Head tipping back to look up at him, she slid her hands along his chest plate until her arms looped over his shoulders. "What did you have in mind?"

Late summer evenings were warm but his hand as it cupped thd back of her thighs was warmer. Romulus sighed softly, the sides of her thumbs smoothing along the curls at the back of his neck.

A turn off her head put her lips against the side of his throat. "You're not wrong."

With an amused, pleased little hum she shifted just enough to slip her knee between his legs, the bottom of his kilt brushing pale skin and she brought her knee up to follow the inside of one muscled thigh.

"Well I don't know about you, but I don't have anywhere to be for awhile." He smelled like metal and mechanics, and when she ran her lips across dark skin she could taste the salt of recent sweat. "I know you mentioned a party," she smirked, voice derisive even as teeth grazed the crook of his shoulder. "But..."