He'd do a lot of things for her. Not because she was his Ace but because he cherished her. He'd do more but he'd tried bigger things and she tended to balk at them. Little things she allowed. He was learning this the hard way.

"The four humours?" He sat back down, sipping his coffee. "What is that?" She was about 200% more versed in politics and psychology than he was. He was a dancer and a model. Intellectual pursuits were never big for him, even if he did consider himself smarter than most of the models he ever worked alongside.