This was possibly the only woman in the entire country that would be happy about making a man frightened. Sunniva was curious as to what good it did. Obviously Hakon wasn't worried about... Lady things. Was Sunniva? A purse of her lips while her mind trailed off, her fingers scratching at the fancy armor at her thigh where her hand rested. It was a curiosity. Though, she supposed, being raised outside the church had something to do with it. Probably why she'd been... Relieved of her White Lily status.
Sunniva was pulled from her musings by a velvety nose and she turned her head quickly, jerking in surprise at the touch. A moment of panic before her brain caught up with her animal instincts. Purgatorio. Gently, her hand moved up, pressing her palm to his nose, moving to gently trail along his face until she found his cheek to give it friendly scritches. "I'm probably the worst person to ask about relationship advice," she smiled, " But, if she's mean to you she might not be worth your time, Love." She said to the theocog, hand still on his cheek, "Sometimes, even if you really want something, it just isn't worth it in the end." Sunniva leaned in and gave Purgatorio a kiss on his soft nose, "Besides, if you ignore her, maybe she'll miss the attention and come around." Another scritch to his cheek and she pulled away.
"So you've both gotten bigger since last we met," Sunniva teased, turning her head instinctively for the conversation. "How are your endeavors? Suitors?" A smirk, "You're not a nun or bound to the church now that you're not a Lily." Sunniva leaned in, "Unless you've kept your vows as a nun." Which had usually been step one of White Lily-hood. Being a nun. The vow of chastity. The chastity that, supposedly, kept them Adhara. A belief that Sunniva knew to be a lie.