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"Any way you look at it, that's the general result, but that doesn't mean I have to make something ugly." There was no real point in trying to change his position. It was given that if Mas really didn't like the position, he'd find a way to change it anyway. There was nothing wrong with given Nana a little bit of control over the situation. Mastema only smiled back at Nana, thinking much the same of her as she was of him. "I could make something like an accessory for the lens, a special monocle or pair of glasses perhaps. Something handheld is also possible. Or, I could even make a special kind of contact lens." Shifting, Mastema would make sure he was laying flat on the bed, with little in the way of leverage against Nana that he could use. "The security comes from the different properties I told you about. I would assign one setting to you, another to Trilla, and others to Micha and Eecheb, and of course there are more for everyone else. Then each of you would have a special lens made for you based on that set of properties. Thus, even if you wore the lens when looking at someone else's private screen, the masking light wouldn't be filtered." Without being able to embrace Nana the same way he was a moment ago, Mastema opted to raise his hands and wrap them loosely around Nana's waist instead.

It was definitely a concern with the kids, but each would probably value his or her own privacy and would take care of the lens. Mastema didn't make any response until after Nana had kissed him. He knew she enjoyed any kind of romantic contact, but Nana seemed to have a particularly strong love of kissing. Then again, Mastema had probably taken advantage of this in the past anyway. "I don't think it's complicated. They'll know they'll get in trouble and evoke disappointment if they intentionally steal one another's lens. I think they're responsible enough to look after something they can call specially made for them. They at least haven't done anything regrettable since getting their own rooms." Mastema was casual and mostly dismissive of the idea that more strict rules would be needed. Perhaps he just trusted his children more than expected. The other alternative was Nana was making it hard for Mas to care about such details at the time.

Mastema chuckled and raised his hand to place a finger on Nana's lips. "Now now, have a little faith, Nana. They're your children, afterall; I'm think they know well enough not to be mean to each other without harm, and extra rules won't change that. I'm sure your believing and trusting in them with their own privacy will be more motivation for them to do no wrong than disciplinary precautions." Mastema placed his hands on Nana's lower back and started pressing his fingers firmly against that area, massaging her slowly. It was as much as affectionate gesture as it was a way of making his argument; hopefully Nana was now less inclined to disagree with the point if anything. "Given three young children, I'm not sure if one could ask for better tempering and behavior. It's been a while since I've seen them quarrel anyway."

Mastema didn't pass off the information completely, but it wasn't enough to him to warrant strict rules for the lens. "I see. However, this is meant for private use, dear. I don't imagine the lens being used outside of their own spaces or unless they indeed to keep them close. I think the children will understand once they realize how important the lens is to using the private screens. The lens themselves won't provide anyone access though. I'm sure you have protection on things like your journal to keep others from reading it, even when it's not on your terminal." The pencils could be stolen easily and for reason in class, but the same wasn't true of whatever personal things the children chose to use Zio for. As if on cue, Mastema's caresses against Nana's back became more tender and covered a larger area, to keep Nana's tension from rising anymore.

As Nana reached to bring the cover over them, Mastema's hand suddenly stopped her and he chuckled softly. "Now, don't strain yourself dear. I wouldn't want your arm feeling sore in the morning." Mastema reached for the covers as well, aiding Nana so that she wouldn't be over extending her arm. When Nana finally turned back to him, Mastema didn't seem to be in the mood to hear any objections to his intention and kissed her to make sure she wouldn't open her mouth to talk any time soon. He stopped massaging her as well, opting instead to snuggle her close and keep her thoughts from straying to anything else.

Mastema was in no state of mind to hear Nana's objections to his help anyway. Let the moment pass, with ex-admirals blowing their former cronies to smitherens and broody, old figures reappear by the forest after a long absence; Mas didn't particularly care about it at the moment.

Some time after Mas kissed Nana and one thing led to another, Thanatos finally returned home from the semi-successful party. Really, he thought of it as more successful than not, and all the other guests were just too dumb to notice it. Best of all, he didn't have to blow Tegral and his henchmen to the great recycle bin in the sky, as he'd been prepared to do. That, and now he could perform a little experiment at a later date with his loot. Upon nearing the tower, however, Thanatos noticed that one of the familiar people he sensed was not where he should have been. "Now what's he doing out that far this late at night?" Than questioned himself, continuing past the tower and toward the library. "Growing into a teen already..."

Some 15 minute walk later, Than arrived at the library, with his shoulder bag on and fully dressed for once. "Micha~.... are you in here?" Than decided to leave his bag by the door as he wandered in. This was a slightly delicate matter to handle, since he was blind and Micha mute. It was an interesting marco polo game at worst.

"Oi, what're you doing up this late, bud? You're supposed to wait till you're older to follow your big brother's bad example of going out late at night." Than chuckled, in much better humor than he'd been when he left Twice royal. It wouldn't take long for Than to wander up to Micha's table and reach his hand out to the boy's head, affectionately patting his hair. "Hmm, you're kinda tired. Having trouble sleeping, maybe?" Than was somewhat perceptive when it came to physical contact. It was easy for him to understand Micha might be a little insomniac; Than himself had a few episodes where he just couldn't sleep, mostly due to strong urges to try something out at night. That, or Than was just getting good at guessing things with the brother he wished he could communicate with better. Than sat down down in the chair next to Micha's and put his hand on Micha's shoulder. "I know the feeling, don't worry about it. Been a weird night for me too." Than's expression turned from a smile to yawning, letting himself unwind a bit now that he was home.