"Oh dear. I shall try to avoid that," Zira smiled again, a little self conscious. He did rather enjoy the feeling, the throb of the crowd, the pound of his heart as he stood there, before them, the center of attention. "It seems a rather easy trap to fall in to," he added, and tried to distract himself with a sip of his drink.
"The military, however, is quite an impressive responsibility. Do you enjoy it, my dear?"