[ The way Kate turns towards him feels so natural he almost forgets for a moment that this is all pretend. She just fits so nicely under his arm, tucked against his side, and the fact that they smell like the same soap is confusing his hindbrain into thinking that maybe it's real. Maybe, just maybe, he's found someone who sees the ridiculous opulence that surrounds him and dismisses it as less important than who he is, who knows what he is and doesn't care.

He knows Kate doesn't care that he's warriorborn, that she doesn't even really seem to get it, and he's so grateful for that he doesn't really know how to articulate it. If that's all he could ever get from their relationship, he'll be happy.

But still. Her hand trailing down his chest feels a little too comfortable. ]

I don't think anyone would believe I approached you, [ he points out with a wry little smile, one shoulder lifting in a laconic shrug. ] And if you really want to be big spoon, I'll allow it, but... [ He makes a show of pointedly looking her up and down; even with the tasteful pumps she's wearing, she just manages to crest his shoulder. ]