[ The world passes by him like a whirlwind, and Napoleon tips his head into the breeze like a dog with its head outside of a car window: gleeful, reckless, and exhilarated. If Sen wanted him to have a good time, she's already succeeded, tbh.

He tears his attention away from the sprawling scenery for long enough to catch that smile arching Sen's lips, and grins about it. What a promising beginning to what he hopes is an extended partnership. ]

'Glad' is an understatement. Looks like fate's still on my side, if this is the kind of good luck it's dishing out.

[ He hums under his breath (he's not much of a singer at all, whoops), and burrows his nose into Sen's hair. ]

Don't make me fall too wildly in love! I can't impress you if there's no war, and that's going to be the death of me.