((Ardanas’ story can be found at http://www.reclaimingazeroth.com/RAboard/viewtopic.php?t=136))
“He is a weak, cowardly fool.” Her cheek was resting upon his shoulder, her head curled up under his chin, one of her legs entangled with his.
“He is human.” Myrokos had just debriefed Tirasa, rather informally, on the state of Ardanas’ voyage to Tirisfal. One of the SI:7 agents had been captured and tortured by the Forsaken, though the assassins sent by Ravenholdt had kept themselves safe, as had the mage.
She blinked. “Yet you surround yourself with humans day and night, Mister Duplicity.”
He chuckled, a sound full of blackness and secrecy. “I was merely pointing out the popular Kaldorei opinion, night flower. You see, the humans were the only ones to befriend my people when yours exiled us.”
Raising her head to lay beside his upon the pillow, his silky blonde hair caressing her face and lips, Tirasa regarded him steadily. “Not all of us agreed with that decision. But who am I to interfere with the workings of my employer?”
“Indeed.” He paused but for a moment. “Strange then, how you have begun to fall in love with your subject.”
Tirasa tucked her head back down. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just want this mission to end.” The last sentence held a bit of a whine.
“Diverting a war is never easy, nor quick, Tirasa,” he replied as he gently flipped her onto her back, his hands busying themselves with other parts of her anatomy. “Surely you know how protective the inhabitants of Dalaran are of their own.”
She grabbed his shoulders suddenly, stopping his actions for a half moment. “I do not shirk duty for the sake of personal pursuits.”
“Of course, Tirasa,” he replied, leaning over to kiss her once again.