[He imagines for a split second what life would be like if he were to take up a profession like that. He probably wouldn't be bored, but it's still not the thrill of battle. His job is kind of great, but it's best to leave out the details why he thinks that, even though he knows she's perfectly aware of what that means. He's got to hand it to her, not many would be able to look past his position, how lucky is he.]
Perhaps, but I like what I do now.
[He says as he's trying to get it from her, but she hugs it and holds it away. There's something about how she sticks her tongue out at him that makes something flip in his mind, his eyes widening as he gets the urge to chase after her. Tartaglia's eyes shine, betraying that she's managed to hook him in on her scheme, and he tries again to get his hands on the bottle in her arms. He presses himself against her side, purposely pushing his face in close to hers and will move with her if she tries to put distance between them.]
You little devil, didn't anyone teach you to share...
[He laughs, debating if he should tickle her to try to get it away...]
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Perhaps, but I like what I do now.
[He says as he's trying to get it from her, but she hugs it and holds it away. There's something about how she sticks her tongue out at him that makes something flip in his mind, his eyes widening as he gets the urge to chase after her. Tartaglia's eyes shine, betraying that she's managed to hook him in on her scheme, and he tries again to get his hands on the bottle in her arms. He presses himself against her side, purposely pushing his face in close to hers and will move with her if she tries to put distance between them.]
You little devil, didn't anyone teach you to share...
[He laughs, debating if he should tickle her to try to get it away...]