Wrath smiles slightly. He does not deny these ulterior motives. Beyond enjoying what she creates, he likes to watch her in the kitchen and finds it soothing to chop perfectly cut pieces of various food items. Primarily, he does think of the possibility of having privacy again.

They nearly acted on their desires on the ship, but the Crossing was dangerous with pirates everywhere. He would prefer for the first time he claims her (and be claimed by her in turn) to be a place they can secure for their privacy. He sees the desire in her expression and can feel that emotion inside of her: hope, wanting.

They're interrupted. It's becoming infuriatingly familiar. Wrath doesn't remove his stone when she has her. He listens as his gaze surveys the port. The announcement itself comes with no assignments. They are to get a text messages informing them of which city they belong to. The smile has dropped from his face, however.

"Two separate groups who are at odds... as in Taravast."

Emilia and he had been separated then. Certainly, it would not be the case again.