Michael's arm burned slightly from the coffee and rough scraping Ashira did to get the numbers off his arm. As the ladies left he rubbed his arm. "She spilled almost all my coffee." He mumbled, drinking what was left.
"You sobering up?" Korban asked, offering him another full cup.
"Getting there." Michael thanked the man and took the cup.
"So what was all that about?" Korban took a seat across from him, with nothing else to do he might as well unravel the puzzle that lay before him. "Normally no one rushes to wash hot chick's numbers off someone."
"It's..." He didn't really know what to say. Here he was, an Arturian in Yoran space. Flying with the Yoran princess no less and escorting her back home to marry his best friend's younger brother. And if he got in the way and let his heart dictate what he wanted he'd be branded a traitor. At best he'd get life in maximum prison if Cass put in a good word. Worst, and most likely scenario, death. "She's a great girl. Way out of my league."
Korban scoffed. "Come on mate no one's out of your league as long as a connection is there. And there is one. I can tell. And don't give me that it's complicated crap."
Michael sighed, drinking more coffee. "Oh but it is. Way waaaaay complicated."
"Just do what I do, don't care about them." Michael raised an eyebrow at Korban. If only he knew the reality of Michael's situation. "But worry about that later. For now you gotta get yourself out of the hole you dug."
Michael drained the cup, setting it on the table. "But I didn't do anything! They just wrote on my arm and I wasn't paying attention."
"First rule of a relationship mate, It's always your fault." Korban chuckled at Michael's degected face. "So now you have to apologize. Maybe get her a gift? Remember; happy wife happy life." Korban laughed even harder as Michael's face flushed red. "Now I know that's not from the booze." Michael sighed again. "Oh what's the matter now?"
"...She's kinda hard to shop for. Has pretty much everything." Michael rubbed his face in frustration. This was getting to much. Korban's comment put some images in his head, images of Ashira as his wife. Shaking his head he let out a frustrated sigh. "Most she wants is to just be treated normal. Like a regular girl. You know she's a rich type and always had to deal with being treated differently."
Korban slapped his knee. "Well there you go mate. Take her out on a regular date. I know a sweet little spot down in the bazaar. Decent cheap drinks, maybe do a little window shopping in case a commoner trinket catches her eye. And just enjoy the tranquility. I'll take care of Harlow for ya."
Michael scratched his chin. It had been a awhile since the two of them just talked. "I like it. Sure after we wrap this up you distract Harlow and we'll sneak off." The sound of the door opening caught Michael's attention. "Shh don't spoil it."