Caine ducked his head as he laughed. Of course she was pleased at the idea of a spaceship. "Real spaceship, no cleaning required. Yet." His smile turned sly. "It's not very big. We might want to at least do the laundry every now and then." Jupiter hadn't lived with Caine, yet, and hadn't had a chance to see his military precision when it came to keeping his living space orderly. He wasn't obsessive about it the way some of his cohorts and commanders had been, but it was a hard habit to break.
"You were supposed to stay safe," Caine pointed out. "But I don't think either one of us is good at walking away from things." He loved her for that, too.
He rolled his eyes at the mating rituals comment. "You and Kiza together are going to be a terror. I feel bad for Stinger." Caine wasn't going to admit that he was a little terrified of being caught between the two women.
With a sigh, Caine leaned back in his chair, arms crossed in front of him. "I can get in touch with Liriael, the captain. I'm not sure how much she can tell me ... but I think you should meet her."