[It's almost sweet, the way that this guy curls into his arms as though he's seeking warmth. And he blushes, and that makes him look more cute, and he really does kind of look familiar even though Sampo can't quite place from where. He feels like he should recognize him, but he just can't quite place where he would have seen his face before. Wouldn't he have remembered seeing a handsome guy like this wandering around Belobog? He would've at least flirted with him.]

[Cute guy kind of fumbles at his face for a second, and Sampo tips his head away from that groping hand until it figures out what it's doing and finds his cheek. He lets him move his head, turning it so that he's looking at his pretty cargo. He's got gorgeous eyes-- pale, piercing blue. You can't, he says, like that's a good enough argument to keep Sampo from taking him to a doctor.]

Come on, don't be stubborn-- [He was going to just ignore the guy's protests and keep going, but the next thing out of his mouth is far more pointed, more serious. There's this flinty edge in his voice like he's used to giving orders and having them followed, and out of everything, that's what makes his face click into place in Sampo's brain.]

[This is the Silvermane guard captain. Sampo hadn't recognized him at first because he's only ever seen him at a distance, wearing his uniform and armor and flanked by guardsmen. Powerful and seemingly invulnerable.]

Were you setting a trap for me, Captain? Where are the rest of your guards? [It would be stupid for him to set a trap without an ambush. He couldn't have been foolish enough to play bait without having backup, nor would he have been stupid enough to wander around like this on his own accord. Great. Either Captain Landau is secretly an idiot (or stunningly arrogant), or there's a contingent of guardsmen waiting somewhere that he hasn't picked up on yet.]

[He huffs a sigh. What a bad fucking night this is.] Even if I told you the truth, would you believe me?