"Hmm, it seems your thinking is shallow," I said, watching Rose squirm in my lap. Her weight was pleasant against me, a warmth I'd grown increasingly fond of.
"Shallow?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly. A strand of auburn hair fell across her cheek as she frowned. "Arthur, I don't—"
I flicked her forehead, making her flinch. She scowled, rubbing the spot with delicate fingers.
"Am I stupid enough to do what you're thinking, Rose?"
"I hope not," she muttered, her brown eyes locking onto my own, searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or the madness she clearly suspected lurked beneath my plans. "But then what do you mean by Zombie Princess?"
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. The material creaked slightly beneath our combined weight. "I suppose I should have phrased it better."
Leaning forward, I kissed her forehead before tapping a command into my desk. The holographic interface hummed beneath my fingertips, connecting instantly.
