"Do you think that despite the glorious fuck ups on my behalf that we could one day be lovers, Asterion?" Ariadne asked before she could talk herself out of it. Asterion rested his forehead against hers. "I think that is inevitable as the sunrise, sweetness. I've tried and failed to fight it, but I can't help that I adore your crazy, violent, smart ass self," he said with a sigh.
