Adjutor arches a confused eyebrow at the woman's reaction to the fae setting herself on fire, then finds himself being forced to the ground on his hands and knees.
...Okay, the line has to be drawn somewhere.
This honestly isn't a situation I ever expected to end up being in.
As the woman mounted him, Adjutor took a moment to gather a portion of his mana into a compact mass before the momentary indignity passes.
Wait, we don't know how powerful this woman is, and we're not doing too well with regards to our mana stocks right now. We could refuel with Tyrfing, but we probably won't be able to do it quickly enough in this situation...
Wait, I've still got that-
Well, we do, but the same problem remains.
A single cool hand tugs at the teen's hair, while smooth legs rest against his neck. She actually isn't too heavy, so holding her up doesn't put much strain on Adjutor.
We'll just have to wait for the opportune moment, it seems.
Hey, at least it doesn't feel too bad. Aside from the wounded pride, but hey, who needs pride.
You're bitter about this, aren't you?
You think?
With a sigh, Adjutor resigns himself to a long wait as this strange woman's horse.
