"You do. Of course you do. You've earned it plenty of times over." But those words rattle in her audials. To be your servant. Blaze reaches down and taps the floor to earth away the blue sparks crawling over her gauntlets. She doesn't want to zap Nike when she reaches out an open hand, palm upward.

"But it doesn't have to be as a servant. I'd rather you stay as a team-mate. As an equal, whatever arrangement it'll take for that." She frowns at herself. "I mean- I don't know if I'm framing this right. I don't want to suggest you should do it, if you don't want to. But I want you to understand that I'd welcome it, if you do."