"If they weren't like you, they would have turned me in to their father a long time ago, not harbored me from his sight," Niko agreed softly, a slight smile on his face. "They won't let you be like him. I won't let you be like him." The seer heard the woman place her drink down, felt her attention never leaving him, like basking in the warmth of sunlight, much like he always felt in her presence, even way back when she still graced Hell with her presence before her husband turned on her. The moment Nikolai felt Seraphina walk closer, he automatically began to reach out to her– the backs of his hands bumping against her arms, sliding along her skin so that his palms lay against her hands. To say he was surprised was an understatement as the meaning of what Sera had said to him actually sank in. "The fact that you would take another husband after your first one is not lost on me, Sera," he murmured, one of his hands following her arm until he could rest his hand against her neck; fingers tracing along her jaw softly. "You don't have to have a kingdom or live in a fancy palace. You don't even have to put a crown on my head for me to say yes to you." His free hand pressed against her hand, pressed against his cheek. "I've been a wanderer my entire life, never settling down longer than a few months at a time, always flitting from one thing or another. You, however, make me want to put down roots and never move again." His lips quirked into a small smile as he moved her palm to his lips, pressing them into the soft skin, "I will gladly be your husband, Seraphina. I will happily spend the rest of my days giving you the love you so deserve."