Flonne smiled softly, the warm glow of her blush still on her cheeks. There was so many things she could say -- how proud she was to be his vassal, how cute he was, how much she loved him. But her own shyness kept her mouth shut and, besides, he'd probably explode at her if she said anything.

Luckily they were spared any further words at the insistent throat-clearing that came from behind them. Flonne slowly looked over her shoulder and up to the richly-clothed shopkeeper presently glowering down at them. "If you're done, I must ask you to leave," he said dryly, one eyebrow raised. "You're making the other customers...uncomfortable." He slowly ran his eyes over the awkward position Flonne and Laharl were sprawled into on the floor.

"You are ruining my shirt."