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Sub-Zero MKA
It took him some time to finally spit it out, but when he did, Sarada felt herself smirking.
He and Hilda were due to become life-mates at some point in the future. She glanced at the picture again. As far as mates went, he could have done a lot worse. At least from a pure aesthetic point of view.
"I see," she drawled. For some reason, Held requested - after reneging his refusal of her offer of a favor - that she, in no way, sharp, form or fashion mention him to Hilda. Not only was she not to acknowledge that they even knew each other, she wasn't even to mention his name. A bit extreme, but his apprehension and difficulty to even talk about the nature of their relationship gave insight into how much he disliked her.
Or, perhaps feared her.
Yeah, feared. Not that she could blame him. The way Hilda was waiting for her in her bedroom not once but twice had Sarada on edge every time she stepped inside her personal chambers for any reason. The woman didn't play around, and was likely strong and skilled enough to kill any one of them any time she wanted.
"Alright. From a purely carnal point of view, you can do a lot worse. She's a looker for sure. Nice titties, long legs. Probably a beast in the sheets." She rubbed her chin, then shrugged. "She also... concerns me, so I get it. But, lying to her isn't a good idea. She probably already knows that I know you and you saved my life. Not only that, but she's able to wipe out my entire race, so if it comes to them or you, then I have to pick them."
She shrugged again. It was a tough pill to hand out, but that was how it was.
"I won't go out of my way to reveal that I actually know you, mind. So, the best we can hope for is that she isn't as omniscient as I think she is and won't think to ask if I know the guy she wants to ride."