"'tis pity we cannot ice-skate when it's hot," Iago reflects, and his smile goes sensual and a little possessive at Xel's words. "Aye, and let there be a playful breeze indeed."
"Evenings it is that most miss you. We've kept the menu intact, but your hand makes the dishes best. People want sandwiches and such at midday," he shrugs. "I'm good at those." He smiles and kisses Xel's cheek. "So you shall. I shall feed you bits of chicken and we shall tell everyone you are my service animal."*
"You have armed me as well as you can, I think, by telling me his nature," Iago says, his voice lower and his gaze going dark and serious. "I still carry a knife, well hidden, for anyone it may affect; I fear no man at that. As for him, well, I know what limited weapons I shall have at hand, and you -- you are worth the risk."
*The Minister and The Plague both have little tags that say "Service Animal." This is Val's Brilliant Plan in case of health services. Sometimes you can tell he's five.