"Force of habit, I must say." Blaze turns his head to the side, avoiding meeting Lucia's face in the middle.
"Then the hand on my waist is the force of habit too?" Lucia snickers.
Blaze raises his hands up immediately, "Sorry about that. I needed to grab you."
"It's alright. I understand. As a woman of war, I won't simply be embarrassed by any of this." Lucia says, ducking her head low to hide her red, flushed face.
She doesn't blush much. Not toward other men. And she definitely is way more stern and serious than when she is with Blaze. Something about Blaze reminds her of him. A soft spot is her steel heart that makes her melt. They are very alike.
"Tell me about your woman. That Alyson." Lucia says.
"Ah… Where to start?" Blaze is trying to come up with a story that represents his life the most without exposing his true identity. He claimed to be a wizard already, he can't betray that fact.
