"Someone needs to teach you about proper diplomacy," Natalia grumbled, too tired to argue or even scowl. This could have easily been prevented, but the gossip boulder had already been rolled down the mountain.

The suite was obviously luxurious, if a little dusty. The bed had been made at the very least, so the linens were likely clean enough to sleep in. There was only one bed, but it was quite large, and could probably sleep four if people didn't mind getting cuddly. There was a large soaking tub with a mirror nestled in the center of the room, quite separte from the bathroom with its twin-headed gold-plated shower. The furnishings were exquisitely crafted, and even featured a piano beside the enormous windows that spanned from floor to ceiling. The flowers in the vase were dead and dried, one of the few reminders that this place had been abandoned for several weeks before the city was tentatively reclaimed.

Natalia fell quiet as she glanced about the room, simultaneously impressed at the opulence and embarrassed by it. She had yet to determine the proper rates of currency, but this must have cost Yuri quite a good deal.

"Where do you plan to sleep?" she asked, carefully loosening her arms from where they were looped around his neck. Surely now he would put her down.