She could already picture him flying over the base on the mutated Golden Eagle's back, deliberately passing low over Vulture, Sparrow, and the others just to flaunt what his wife had given him. Duke had always been like that.
Whenever Kisha gave him something, whether it was a weapon, equipment, or even the smallest token, he couldn't wait to parade it around in front of his closest subordinates. It was the same childish urge of a little boy showing off his favorite new toy.
Kisha resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Honestly, he could be so shameless.
Still... beneath that exasperation, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She couldn't deny that it pleased her. After all, wasn't that the greatest compliment a gift-giver could receive? Someone cherishing your gift so much that they couldn't wait to show it off to the world.
It meant Duke treasured everything she gave him.
