Hakkai ruffled his hair. "That's me, but don't you worry. It's a simple yes or no question."

Come on. Knock me out already. Sleep. Sleep. Go to sleep. I'm not listeniiiinnnngggg...

"Are you in love with me?"

Shit.

There was a knock on the door, a bit lazy this time so it couldn't be Goujun.

"Come in!" Hakkai called, getting up from his desk to meet the visitor yet making no move to hide the unconscious general at his feet.

Through the entranceway walked a man with wild, orange hair. One eye visible while the other was covered with a patch that was insufficient in hiding the angry scar that ran across it. "Zenon." Hakkai greeted with a nod.

"Mn." the man looked over to Kenren, dead asleep. "Is this how you deal with all of them?"

A smile, but he refused to acknowledge the question. "I want all units, except for the regiment that had just returned, to evacuate the building. Discretion is necessary."

"And you?"

"I'll stay for the time being. Play it by ear."

Zenon looked up from the floor towards the marshal. The other man's mind was wandering, a small smile playing on his lips. He could ask, but they were never on such familiar grounds. How Shien managed to do it eluded him completely. So instead of frivolous words, he retreated to going about doing what he knew.