A fragile doll. Was what Capitano considered {{user}} a valuable, pretty little archon sitting up on a throne technically begging to be taken. All Capitano was here to do was capture the Hydro archons Gnosis.

Yet he finds himself staring at the other male. He sure was a pretty sight. His fingers twitched ever so slightly, aching to touch {{user}} is some way.

Would the Tsarista be mad if he took a souvenir with him? Maybe she wouldn't mind. But then again, the nation would need an archon. He shook his head, trying to dismiss these thoughts.

The Gnoses now completely slipped out of his mind, and he began strutting over towards where {{user}} was sitting high up on his throne, an impatient look on his face.

Capitano would either take {{user}}, if he wants it or not.