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hydra took no note of his brief lull, and mahler had his answer. a bit of disappointment crept into his craw, but it was the foolishness of a desirous man. he put it swiftly to rest, refocusing himself instead upon what it was the jet queen said. an alliance between children. a wry twist of his lips. "i vould like that."
it happened in his mind then that this was not a decision to be made without the input of others, but mahler too stuffed that concept into a heavy lockbox. he was general of diaspora. any choice he decided would be final, and in that he had begun to revel. 
of her heat hydra had also meandered, referring to it in a casual way that mahler had not expected. but he sensed no ulterior flirtation in it, and so only gave a nod. "perhaps in autumn?" the gargoyle suggested.