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Nika smiled faintly, in close proximity.

"Loyalty is a funny animal," he remarked, vague. "Like most, it evolves according to need."

His skin could sense the invisible field of presence; the magetic halo of Oleksei's lips near his own.

"...and inspiration," he finished in a whisper.

Liadov removed his hand gracefully from Oleksei's chest with a glancing departure.

"Don't worry, Captain. Our respective loyalties likely converge on the head of an undeserving but undeniable pin."

The criminal's broad hands felt solidly unrepentant on his flanks and ass.

Nika was feeling fairly sober now, like he'd fucked the drunk out of himself.

"I don't need your loyalty, if I have Isaev's. Whether you're loyal to him, or to me...becomes a moot point."