"What is this, Your Majesty? Are you planning to dress me up like a pet and keep me by your side? Perhaps you'll make me lie on your bed with my legs spread, waiting for you to grant me your favor?"
Lina immediately burst into laughter. She covered her mouth and bent forward, laughing so hard that she could barely catch her breath.
"Hahahaha! Oh, my God! A pet? How did you even come up with that? What kind of pet is as tall and muscular as you? Hahahaha!"
She had no idea why the remark struck her as so hilarious, but once she started laughing, she simply couldn't stop. Even after she had managed to calm herself down a little, the sight of Altaïr standing there in his lace-trimmed jacket was enough to set her off again. She only finally regained control after wiping the tears from her eyes, by which point she had thoroughly exhausted the mercenary's patience.
"You really are an interesting woman," she said sincerely.
