Albedo gave a smirk to his brother's words. "I hadn't caught on,~" he said, teasingly. "Nigredo, we're four thousand, seven hundred, and forty seven years in the past. Of course the technology is outdated. The torches-- The flashlights should have been your first guess." Still. "Still, it doesn't mean we can't try. It could be fun.~"

The other aspect was effortlessly more fun to play with. Despite the teasing before, Albedo showed no point in stopping, and only switched the tracks currently ran on. To that, he slid fingertips against Nigredo's cheek, eyes close and watchful. "Lovers," he repeated. "Two individuals closer even than blood would bear."