[ He looked at the locket again. Found a reply, started typing back, pacing a slow, wolfish circuit in front of where Aymeric lay. Trying to think of a good, saccharine endearment to fling back, something disgusting and sappy, but... everything he knew was for different kinds of people, 'sugar' and 'sweetheart' and 'princess' didn't seem... right.

Ugh, Aymeric... ]

C'mon, sweetheart,

[ He still hadn't thought of anything better, fucking lame, ]

Don't I deserve the whole trifecta? Prayers, expectations, and praise? Sure I have no technical need of prayers, but I don't need a soft bed or hot food or all of life's comforts, either. They're just nice to have.

But if I had to pick one, if you'll really make me choose... Expectations, totally. We're not gonna be a power couple without pushing each other, and I'll work harder knowing I've really gotta knock it outta the park to impress you.