"Repeat yourself," Cele beckoned, brow arched high.
"What part are you misunderstanding?" Heiko replied flippantly, turning on his heel and heading for a torch-lit corridor. "You will defend me whilst naked."
"Oi," the general called after him, stepping lively in pursuit. "Wait! Me naked or you naked, Heiko?"
Heiko barely graced him with a glance as the silver-clad children parted for the Muse - and his ulfa, it seemed.
“What does it matter? You’re Ilysian, Celestino. You grow up naked, you wrestle naked, you fight naked-”
“We have loincloths,” Cele interjected, face tight. "And... it's significantly hotter in the south."
The prince stopped short, turning to the general with a smirk.
"Are you worried that the cold won't allow you to provide a proper representation?"
Cele couldn't even be mad - that was precisely what he was worried over, foolishly enough.
“Don’t worry, my ulf,” Heiko concluded with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m the naked one.”