Just smile and be happy.
He definitely didn't think his superiors would agree, so even in joking he flinched visibly. "Hmmm. Perhaps you're right. I'll just have to keep training as a pretense then." His words were accompanied by another playful wink and shrug of his shoulders as he settled back in his chair. That didn't mean he was letting Lena out of her new role, but it gave him a theoretical excuse for continuing to spar and grow (in their teasing hypothetical). He also wouldn't mention that Koa had no reason to argue since he was partially to blame for the progression.
Not that he could blame his fellow Dragoon for his current circumstance. Zavien was quite certain he'd handled that about as poorly as he could have, and he'd done that all on his own. It was just a natural talent of his.
Since Lena seemed content with putting a tab in the last horrendous discussion, he tried to push the blood from his face, running an exasperated hand through his hair to calm the racing of his heart. Once she'd chosen her food, Zavien grabbed his own and took a distracted bite, swallowing before he mumbled, "I guess it's probably my turn again..." He hadn't quite forgotten the game, although he was finding it more difficult to think up new interesting facts about his life, and the previous conversation still left many words unspoken. A sip of water helped wash down the mirage crab cake and wash away a little of his prior embarrassment, then he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Let's see... I guess I've never broken a bone." In spite of all his physical trainings and clumsiness, Zavien had pretty good instincts that kept him from doing too much damage. Lots of bruises and scrapes, but rarely anything more. He secretly wondered if he would eventually be adding a self-inflicted broken heart to that list.
Not that he could blame his fellow Dragoon for his current circumstance. Zavien was quite certain he'd handled that about as poorly as he could have, and he'd done that all on his own. It was just a natural talent of his.
Since Lena seemed content with putting a tab in the last horrendous discussion, he tried to push the blood from his face, running an exasperated hand through his hair to calm the racing of his heart. Once she'd chosen her food, Zavien grabbed his own and took a distracted bite, swallowing before he mumbled, "I guess it's probably my turn again..." He hadn't quite forgotten the game, although he was finding it more difficult to think up new interesting facts about his life, and the previous conversation still left many words unspoken. A sip of water helped wash down the mirage crab cake and wash away a little of his prior embarrassment, then he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Let's see... I guess I've never broken a bone." In spite of all his physical trainings and clumsiness, Zavien had pretty good instincts that kept him from doing too much damage. Lots of bruises and scrapes, but rarely anything more. He secretly wondered if he would eventually be adding a self-inflicted broken heart to that list.
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