and the décor on the ceiling has planned out their future day

With a wicked snap and lashing tongue, she looks the all-slayer up and down.

He's disciplined. Just barely on the short side of being a caricature of himself, all rigid flexibility.

He could do great things. Great, terrible things. Could another say the same of her?

He hasn't been tamed. She won't be the one to tame him. What would be the point?

(The point would be to make them know her name, and spit it.)

She's still figuring out for herself how best to underskirt the rules, make her own code, so it'd be best not to...muddy that.