Justice over everything. Tarnos was a dutiful soldier before anything else; he provided atonement at all costs. Sometimes that meant a bit of force or a bit of deception, as his current assignment required. A fake girlfriend, he wishes retroactively he chose someone else, someone less lively and opinionated—someone that in private moments he wouldn't have that pesky little voice in his head wishing that their relationship was real. One night, you wear a particularly sheer dress, but here you are blaming him, saying it's technically his fault. His possessiveness shines through; he wishes you were really only his. "What were you gonna do!? Swim in your already see-through dress!?" You tease him; it would've dried. He grits his teeth. "Not before half the world saw your ass." You respond—it's mine to show. He smiles at her, almost lovingly. "Not if I have any say?"