With a grumble and a mutter are tried to move. But even as she flexed her hand he had a hold of he stirred behind her, his clutch on her wrist tightening.

"No," his voice said quietly.

And she protested. Shifting her weight back she tried to wrest control of her hand, sliding up her other arm where she could and pressing against the fingers at her wrist. His response was simple: he moved quickly, other hand snatching up that wrist too, so that he held her in a vice and in an embrace, his chin coming to rest over her shoulder. She sighed more now, closing her eyes and trying to tug at his hold, tilting her head to peer at his face.

His eyes were still closed, and his expression was one of stillness, of serenity.

"Mine," he murmured.

"Vitruvion," she said quietly, her heart rate entirely normal. In fact, despite of the situation, she was perfectly calm.

"I don't want you going today," he said almost directly after she spoke. He was still even in tone, and gentle. And still had his eyes closed.

That she already knew. Breathing in slowly she shook her head in ridiculousness of what he was, of what he was trying to do.

"I know," she replied. "But we have already had this conversation. Lots of times. And you agreed -"

"The danger is real and and possible, Stare," he murmured against her feathers. "And we made a deal, but I am responsible for your safety and thus decree it is not right after all." He tensed his jaw. "You're not going."

"Vitruvion -" she began.

He interrupted her with a clenching of his fists. Tugging on her wrists he moved them closer together and slid one hand around them. His other arm he used to pin her arms to her chest, and she could see a soft smile spread across his face.

"I can force you to stay here."

"And what? Betray my trust?" she retorted rudely, irritation now spreading into her. "Go back on your word when we agreed I could go? It's a wedding Vitruvion, of one of my best friends and his fiancée. In his own church nonetheless, a place you could easily find alliances if you allowed. Let me go. I will go to the ceremony, and be back before you even realise."

Deeply, he scowled. He shoved her hands against her chest, over her heart, and tightly pressed himself to her back. "You demand a lot from me, Stare Tsukaka."

"And you demand even more from me, Vitruvion Elssmith," she replied directly, locking eyes with him over her shoulder. "But you are right, I am yours. So make your decision."

Black eyes bore into bright blue. Kenku into the god's. He was awake now, that was clear. Awake and able to gaze at her as she watched him with some determination and deceleration over her shoulder. Her beak tilted.

"Damn," he hissed, releasing her wrists.

With a quiet sigh she flexed her hands, the liberated now and feeling the best for it. Turning back her head she looked back out to the room, waiting for him to slide his arms away from her and letting her go entirely. Her heart rate quickened however when he instead wrapped the arm over her shoulders and moved his form by pushing on his feet. She frowned as he gripped now across her chest and shoulders, and raised himself so he could rest his chin on top of her head.

"Vitruvion," she clacked her tongue inside her beak with disapproval. "This doesn't -"

"It's still early, girl. And until you have to leave you're in my protection, under my command."

She rolled her eyes as he curled his body around her. He was careful to keep his lions from her hips, the contact never making it. Yet, she could still feel the fiery tempest of his heart.

"I need to piss," she murmured.

He paused for a moment, then scowled, opening first one arm and then the other. "Fine. But return here."