"Is that not a way to proper assimilate within' your world? Courting and eventually marriage?" he countered her question with a question of his own before answering, "Because aye...Aye indeed I'd court you," and for once his wolf smile didn't hold mischief but curiosity.

"Is the Commander not just the sword wielded by extension of the King? I have to be who and what they want and as far as I know it isn't the King who carries the lock to my collar but the Captain Commander," Othello added a shrug, "Regan Lassiter failed to reform me but the Commander I fear will not...," and for once Othellos words sounded heavy, his tone tired, but he'd continue playing his part...until he did not.

”My world?” She was amused, watching him with dark eyes that shined as he went on. Never… never had a man so boldly declared such a thing to her. He’d indeed court her. “First step in assimilating… is calling it our world… not mine.” But she still could feel those nerves, bubbling up within her. No man had been bold like this… no one had come and just said it plainly for her.

He spoke of the collar and her eyes dipped to the metal ring around his neck. The King’s Huntsman had failed to tame him… so now the commander. “Maybe we can strike a deal then.” Dangerous territory. She already knew it, but the idea… to see what happened when she had such different blood available to her… “I will entertain your courtship, help you learn to look the part,” the dance of something dangerous lingered in her eyes. Let him read what he wanted to for that statement. Though she had a feeling Fred would be less than pleased about such a deal. “And you let me study you.” She flashed an almost innocent smile.

Othello pulled his hands off of hers with a long slow linger smiling quite smug in fact sliding his tray of food back to him, "Deal birdie," he said as he returned to eating his lunch, "Entertain our courtship for our Kingdom in exchange for you to poke and prod," he cackled because he was seeing only one side and that was his interpretation of her looks, she liked the danger, she was basically eating him now in those looks....but she was delicate looking enough despite being a soldier.

"sucker," he whispered low enough to perhaps maybe she had heard maybe she didn't, but he genuinely thought he had won some massive pot!

"I have heaps of character birdie, I'll wear ya' down and into this arrangement," he winked and bit into his mash sandwich.

Delight twinkled in her eye as he immediately changed his verbiage. He was trainable, perhaps agreeable. And as he went on, focusing back on the tray of food she had pushed to him, she smiled. Bright on her full lips before she laughed at his quick retort. “Oh I don’t doubt the character. You seem like a big man,” she had played this game before. Stroke the ego a little, then her ask.

She stood up then, her hands pressing into the table as she got to her full height. Which wasn’t anything to gawk at. “Then I shall wait for you to call on me, Othello.” Veda said his name with a smile.

Othello stood his full height basically dwarfed her, his broad thick shoulders and slightly barrel sized gut rippled still with tough as iron muscles. The big bad gifted appeared to stand tall over little witchy birdie-hood but he asked quite like a man who had about as many letters of wit as the word wit, "Wh...uh what do I call you?"

He stood up… up… up. A low hum leaving her as she had to tilt her head quite a ways back to look up at him. She expected some strangely worded good bye or a promise to get her again… but his question had her smiling. “Lady Chaudhari if you wanted to be proper.” She ran an appraising eye over him. As if she knew what to look for…

“Veda… when it’s just us.” Her dark eyes found his. “I’m here with my partner Frederick often,” that was still beyond complicated… “When you want to properly send a request to see me, I’m sure a messenger or you yourself would be able to find me around here.”