She leans into him and he tilts back towards her, draining his glass and setting it aside for the moment. One arm curls around her, more for his own balance than anything else. "I resigned myself to that a long time ago... it seems so selfish to worry about such things, especially with the former Leicester territories in the state they're in now."

A heavy sigh, head tilting to lean his temple against her hair. It's easier, to say that at least. To speak of love as a concept rather than the specifics of why each of those little teasing criticisms from their former leader get under his skin so readily. Much much easier to speak in broader terms than acknowledge anything that might hurt others instead of only himself.