"What's your name?" Grey looked toward Mauve with a smile.
There was a flicker in her gaze and she looked up at him with a slight furrow in her brow.
"What? I can't even know that? Aren't we teammates now? I think I'm actually being quite kind. You know, forgiving you for the whole ambushing and trying to kill me thing."
The autonomous carriage jostled a bit on the cobblestone roads, rounding a corner before continuing down a straight.
It had quite the spacious interior, one that Grey and Stella's team shared along with Silva. As for the Baron, he was in a separate carriage, going ahead to the ceremony without them.
There was nowhere for any of them to escape in the plush space, and Grey didn't seem opposed to making things particularly uncomfortable.
Mauve took a slight breath. "My name is Mauve."
Grey's smile deepened. "I see. I guess I can retire your nickname now."
