No True Pair

Vossler making a growled whisper behind his gauntlet regarding the frustrations of boundary negotiations and export tax and Bergan grunting agreement, eyes meeting momentarily; Vossler looks down, back again, finds Bergan's cold and lazy leering gaze hasn't dropped, and won't; in the winding corridor from room to lift, then lift to open air, their steps fall into sync, military precision identical from one country to the next.

A comment regarding the rightfulness of might.

A breath of denial from Vossler, barely a whisper, a thread. Because he agrees with Bergan, through and through, and that is a shame more secret than the other. A parting slap on the back that takes advantage of an armoured weakness, that Vossler rocks into instead of away from, and Bergan's lazy gaze grows knowing.

x 1 week of daily wordwrestling. Culminate in the above scene, maybe once or twice more. End in game, with Vossler contacting Ghis and Vayne once Ashelia is in their clutches; oh, Vossler believes in the rightfulness of might, he does, to his hollow core.

(I was going to link you to three samples of graphic imagery that inspired the above, but then I'd be sending you to porn. ^^)