And a pistol, I hope. [The combination would seem traditional, particularly now he's aware he's effectively sharing a bed with the space-age KGB. His chest rises and falls through two wracked breaths before dropping the effort. A sidelong glance.] Know that if you mock this, you mock my very queen.
[And, softly, with respect to the fact that there is likely a real queen asleep next door, but with a trace of performance he can't turn off-]
Some day I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me-
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[And, softly, with respect to the fact that there is likely a real queen asleep next door, but with a trace of performance he can't turn off-]
Some day I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me-