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[a_lioness]

"I'm fine. I'm not tired," Alanna had barked at Adam, as he pushed her into bed. "There are people who need my help!"

"Mmmmm hmmmm," he'd replied, pulling the covers over both of them. "You've done all you can. Now sleep."

"Do you even know where our children are

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[furiousmaximus]

Max hasn't slept since he arrived. Which isn't to say he hasn't been to bed. It turns out that young women being grateful for you helping to save their home is a universal.

He can live with that.

That's why he looks a bit rumpled when he arrives, but he does arrive nonetheless. There had been talk of drinks, and that Raph guy seemed like he'd be a fun guy to party with. Or brawl with. Or, if Max's luck held out, both.

[a_lioness]

From experience, Alanna would have to vote both.

"Max!"

Her voice is still more raspy than usual, thanks to days of shouting and exertion, but the mischievous grin is back in place and she looks reasonably relaxed. It's quite a change from this morning.

"You look as if you've rested well."

One eyebrow arches as she directs a pointed look at his tunic. It's hard to tell in the dim candlelight -- is it inside out?

[furiousmaximus]

Max glances down and discovers that, yes, his tunic is inside out. "Oops," he laughs. Then he peels it over his head, ignoring the fact that he's in public. He may even take a little bit longer than necessary to flip it the right way (in case anyone wants to check out his musculature) before pulling it back on.

He flashes Alanna a grin. "I must say that most of the post-battle tension is gone." That was sort of like resting!

[a_lioness]

His musculature is right there in Alanna's face. Looking away would probably be rude, wouldn't it? She takes a lazy sip of wine and continues staring at his chest until moments after he's fixed his clothing.

"Must you?"

Alanna smirks.