"Zidane..." Her tone was stern, almost scolding, but not entirely ill-tempered. She left it hanging there for a moment, he head titled ever-so-slightly, watching him with appraising eyes.

Rather than answering his question directly, she set her hands on her hips (an awkward motion, considering her current position, seated in his lap), and pressed her lips into a tight line. "I love Blank and the rest of your Tantalus brothers, but you know you're going to have to give up stealing when we're married, right?"

When we're married. Still such a strange concept to contemplate.