=> Infiltrate Derse.
You shift a little awkwardly where you sit, frowning a little, and nod, standing up and smoothing out your (technically her) skirt. Meeting her eyes through those dark shades, you somehow wish you could read her expression, her sincerity.
“A truce, then. Even if it’s just between us, as it were.”
You don’t have another gun - you’d not intended on letting it slip that you were able to dual-wield weapons in a country where everyone and their brother was armed. Oh, well. Not like it mattered right now.
You take her hand in yours and shake it, once, not sure if you should really be worried about her at all. She did have that katana after all, and you weren’t the best (read: you’re actually pretty terrible) at fending off bladed attacks.
You look directly back at her with a stern stare, sighing before saying your next words.
"Will you also be so kind as to lead me into your kingdom to converse with whoever may be in charge?" you keep your grip on her hand, focused completely on her expression, "I would enjoy ending this awful war, or at least have it die down."
You take a deep breath and continue to speak, "It will be for the best," you recollect your thoughts, "But of course, that doesn't need to happen now. I can wait. In fact, I would rather have a... guest over and relax for a few hours, at least."
You say these words so lightheartedly, but your face would never be able to match up with them. You were trained to be stern. And after those years of perfection, it has become a part of you, and you are almost unable to cease such an action.
