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"I'm comforted by that." But she does notice, and her grin could light up the room. "Are you planning on fighting often with it?"

This is not, strictly speaking, an answer, of course, but that's a minor detail.

"Now, Lu," he replies, after being momentarily dazzled by the grin, "you know I've never fought with a dragon in my life.

"They all reminded me too much of Eustace."

She might be getting eyed a little warily for the not!answer.

Lucy laughs, quietly. "Then there won't be a side to take, will there?"

"No, I suppose not."

He considers this for a moment.

"Er...how likely is it that there's a dragon in our future?"

She contemplates this for a moment.

"About exactly as likely as however likely it is that Puff becomes a mother. Adam looked rather determined that Alanna would not keep any more dragons."

"I can imagine," Caspian says, thinking back to his conversation with Edmund.

And though he only met Adam the once, all those months ago, he can easily believe it.

"Just give me fair warning."

He might then shake his head, and mutter "dragons" under his breath, but there's a laugh there too.

"I promise that you will be the first person to know after I do," solemnly. "So you can hide your clothing, and all."

"It's only fair," he says, just as solemnly.

"And anyway, it'd probably be a while yet, wouldn't it?"

Ah, optimism.

"Yes," grinning and kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm certain."

It makes the world go round.

He looks rather ridiculously relieved.

"That is excellent news." And he grins back.

"Not that it wouldn't be a pleasure, but really I'd rather have some time with just you before there are any dragons thrown into the mix. Volatile creatures, you know, dragons. Cause no end of trouble."

Lucy deadpans, "As thrilled as I am with the prospect of an infant fire-breathing, clothing-eating lizard with a jealousy streak, I think I'd like to have as much time with just you as possible first as well."

"Thank the Lion," Caspian says, and doesn't even try to hide his relief, collapsing back into his chair with a laugh.

"Well, that's sorted, then."

A moment of consideration.

"Unfortunate that you hadn't one in Narnia. It might have been even more effective than throwing water at overzealous suitors."

She's looks more than a bit amused, though the last comment gets gets him a tongue stuck out in his direction. "It was only the one!"

"Yes?"

He only lifts an eyebrow.

"You never did anything to any of the others, did you?"

"Contrary to how I act at times, I am capable of being as proper and civilized as Susan, you know." That said, "...I didn't throw water at them?"

"I know you are. The question is how often you decide to be that way or not."

He eyes her.

"...yes?"

She looks sad. Sad, Lucy, sad!

Except she does it about as well as she looks innocent when she's not at all.

"Well, I did like some of them well enough, you know, first. I didn't want to marry them, but they weren't all that bad. It was just--the determined or oafish ones who sometimes," vaguely, "needed a bit more convincing that their proposal had been rejected than simple words gave."

He considers her, for a moment.

"I'm terribly glad you don't think I require such convincing," he says, finally, and sincerely.

"And I think I probably shan't ask what happened to them," grinning.

"It wasn't anything horrid," she insists, and then her eyes soften a bit as she leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. "Not ever."

He catches her around the waist as she leans over, and pulls her closer.

"Oh, I'm sure it was nothing too terrible," he smiles back, "only firm."

And she's right there, so he leans down to press kisses at the crook of neck and shoulder, very lightly brushing golden hair away from skin.

"A queen needs to be at times," Lucy murmurs, bending her head nearer his to kiss a line along his neck. "And they never doubted me after that."

"It would have been passing foolish of them if they had," he says, and his arm around her tightens at her kisses, and he takes a shaky sort of breath.

His free hand slides up to her the side of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, while he kisses just below her ear.

"I would have had to find a skunk again," as her arms go around him and her eyes close a little with a sigh. "And--and really, once of that was enough," she finishes, kissing again, up to his jaw.

"People generally do not enjoy searching for skunks," Caspian agrees absently, tipping his head slightly to the side while his eyes fall half-closed, and his fingers trail over her neck, to her shoulder, and back.

"It was very--very original of you."

The hand at her waist presses at her hip, firmly, fingers warm.

That requires a response, Lucy's certain, but all she can really do is breathe an, "Oh," and move her mouth to his, arms tightening. And she has no idea how he can taste so good all by himself, but she's not sure she cares how.