Smirking, Leif looked out the window, recalling the same memory as she, but not saying it- ubt just keeping those pleasant thoughts to himself.
"Well, you're still a hundred times nicer than your... husband." he looked down at where his clothing bulged from the wrappings over his wound, that lay tucked away beneath his outfit.
"Gods.." he itched at it. "Don't ever get shot by a gun, Valentina. The wounds really itch."