Krugeristan wrote:"It certainly doesn't look good for them if they switch to something we don't understand," Vershenov whispered, leaning in closer to Golahman. "Because, if they're secretly doing hanky-panky, they're going to be either rejected as diplomats or under extreme surveillance and placed in separate quarters." He smirked. "They're 'honorable', right? Surely they wouldn't want to be dragged into the capitol square in the middle of the night and shot."
"I wouldn't think that far," Golahman said. "There are probably more people available who'll be better qualified as diplomats to Krugeristan."
Not even mentioning, that dragging a foreign ambassador out onto a street and shoot him or her would be a gross breach of the Vienna Conventions on Diplomatic Relations and grounds for war, a war, which Krugeristan would not be able to win, Aingeal and Ayden were not doing any hanky-panky.
They were very close friends, sibling in anything but blood, singer and roadie. Both would see such things as a downgrade of their relations between each other, not an upgrade.
They were honourable people - however, some things were not for the ears of foreigners, simple as that. No one kept Vershenov and Golahman from switching into Russian, should they feel the need to.
However, neither of the diplomats commented any of that, indeed not hearing the two Krugeristanis exchanging these words, Aingeal being occupied with the potatoes, Ayden putting away materials for crafting usage. The Master of the House was still on the horn.
A few minutes later, the young man returned to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and began to first peel, then cut carrots. The hum of Aingeal's voice was soon accompanied by the low hum of a full, deep, yet untrained voice as the two worked away.