"Excuse me, I would look extremely graceful curtsying, thank you very much." Kitty huffed, swatting playfully at his elbow. She tilted her head and listened to him, giving a shrug. "Not very interesting, all I've done is joust, really. How do you feel about becoming king?" She asked lightly.

"We'll see, we'll see," He giggled. He tipped his head down at her as she spoke. "Unwell. I don't particularly want to be king but I'm also not really sure I want Wyatt to rule either." He looked ahead of them. "I don't particularly like the whole royalty thing."

Kitty listened to him speak and didn't say anything for a moment after he stopped. She hesitantly reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If it helps, I think you'd be as good a ruler as any. But if you don't want to be king, thats... a big thing. A lifetime thing. And it's your life it would impact more than anyone elses." She added quietly, withdrawing her hand. "And I mean, you could always just tell your parents to have another kid." She joked.

He looked at her in a slightly confused manner, she got very deep there for a minute and he wasn't sure if he understood it all or was just blacked out the whole time. Looking away, he cleared his throat. "I think my mom might be a little past having kids." He teased.

"Maybe. She could always adopt one and say it was a miracle." She joked, looking around at the merchant square they had entered. It was filled with many different stalls selling fruit, art, souvenirs, you name it, it was there. She smiled at the vibrant colors and headed straight to a fruit stall, glancing at Ali to make sure he was following. It was a nice seeming, younger man who conversed with her fluently in French as she bought two apples. She went to pay the man, and he vehemently refused to take her money. After a rather flirtatious seeming exchange, Kitty gave a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes with a smile, saying goodbye to the shopkeeper and tossing an apple at Ali as they continued to walk. "Why is Wyatt so unfit to be a ruler, anyway?"

He smiled at the jokes, as many jokes as his wife had made something was so much richer with Kitty. He followed her to a selling booth, watching the frisky converstation. He understood every word but made no mention of it(multilingual, did you forget?). He narrowed his eyes, catching the apple as they moved off. He sighed at her, an even expression on his face. "Wyatt would be good for a time of war. He holds grudges, is greedy, needs anger management. This would be fine ..if we weren't at peace here. We don't need any war." He said in a calm tone of voice. "By the way, did you just flirt your way out of paying?" He gestured back at the booth they just left. Taking a bite out of the apple.

...yes, I did, have we met?))

Kitty looked up at him as she listened, nodding. "No, war isn't very favorable, is it?" She huffed, glancing at the booth they just left with a small smirk. "I... may have. But technically, he started it, so I see no violation of ethics." She teased, taking a bite of her apple. "Its not beneath me." She shrugged mockingly.

Hhehehe just checking))

He smiled softly. "Plus he really isn't the good-king type. He's a jerk. He's selfish." He narrowed his eyes at her. She had really been quite good at flirting.. "No, no it wasn't beneath you. Because he was taller than you." He gave her a teasing look, winking too.

"Ouch, strong feelings, huh? I guess England can be happy it has a proper king in line, then." Kitty smiled, then rolled her eyes. "By that logic, damn near nothing is beneath me." She quipped playfully, giving him a gentle poke. "If the option ever presented itself, you would do the same thing. Except, it probably would be beneath you." She teased.

He gave her an even expression. "Kingship isn't that much work. It's just all that pressure." He looked off at the colorful town surrounding them. There were quite a few people here. "That is true." He feigned resting his elbow on her head. "It is beneath me. I would still pay." Insinuating that he wouldn't not flirt.