"Best not fight out." She'll count it as a great victory, being able to silence him with laughter. This ridiculous accent is going to be remembered for occasions when he needs to laugh something off. There's no rush for him to stop, she'll hold him and giggle into his shoulder while he gets the laughs out.

She hums again, pleased and thinking this time maybe he gets it. Finally. "Mm, you know, I think I am. It would explain why I'm so short." But still just the right size for him. It's probably a sin to use his backward religion against him. But the ends sometimes justify the means. "You already do, honey. The suit is only painting the lily."

Wait, this silly joke means she gets kisses? Score! She'll be doing this more often. "It is," she agrees with a little purr in her voice, "until I want it back." She's looking forward to hearing about these mythic lands she rules.

"On the contrary, you're too physically fit for the job. But spend a few months sitting around overseeing elves while I bake for you? You'd be just right."