It Depends

However, Luna regained her composure quickly. It had been a long time since her husband had shown any semblance of a real personality. This was the sort of playfulness their relationship was missing. Whether or not he was only probing her, she'd dive in head first to find out.

If this situation had to be painted out with artistic freedom, one would likely see a Noble Knight facing off against a Silver haired goddess. Both with cunning in their eyes and both with a purpose.

It seemed that this husband/wife pair never truly understood who their partner was as a person at all… And they were now about to use the next few hours to find out…

"Shouldn't you have found the answer for yourself by now?" Luna's small hand rested on Dyon's inner thigh. She pretended to do so innocently. After all, Dyon was the one who took the arm she had wrapped around away, no? "It's your job to know everything about me, isn't it?"