The room still carried the residual heat of what had happened there, not in the air, but in the way everything seemed slightly out of place. The mayor's chair was misaligned, some papers had slipped off the table, and one of the curtains let in more light than before. Nothing scandalous. Just subtle signs that this space, once rigid and formal, had been used in a much more… human way.
Rogue had her back to Strax, finishing adjusting her clothes with calm movements, without any hurry. There was no embarrassment, no urgency. Just the confident calm of someone who knows exactly where she is and who she's with. She ran her fingers through her hair, adjusting it over her shoulders, then pulled her coat up and partially buttoned it, leaving the rest loose on purpose.
"You know," she began, in a tone too casual for the weight of the words, "that I like your arrogance."
She turned her face slightly, giving him a sideways glance.
