Mercedes was still holding Strax's hand as they reached the corridor that led to their private quarters.
"You know a kiss isn't going to make me forget about that railway, right?" Mercedes asked, glancing back at her husband over her shoulder.
Strax.
"Who said I was trying to make you forget anything?" Strax replied, gently pulling her by the waist.
Mercedes let out a small exclamation as she came to rest against his chest.
"Strax!" Mercedes protested, though the smile that spread across her lips betrayed the fact that she wasn't particularly bothered.
"It's been a while since I've had some time alone with my wife," Strax murmured, brushing a lock of hair away and kissing her forehead softly.
Mercedes looked up at him.
"Oh, so now you remember you have a wife waiting for you?" Mercedes teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"A beautiful, intelligent, and terribly bossy wife," Strax replied, bringing his lips closer to hers.
Mercedes narrowed her eyes.
