He makes a small one, and then gets exasperated!

"...before I answer that, why did the Lamp pull you back in?" Chrom asked her. "Seems a bit odd for it to do if it wants you to serve me sexually. Why would it keep you from sleeping with me?"

"Well, because you haven't made any wishes yet," Robin grimaced. "That basically weakens the claim you have in me, and the Lamp gets irritated when its genie has a Master that takes too long to start... "feeding" it." She shrugged helplessly.

"...well then, I guess I SHOULD just make a wish," Chrom sighed. Even if he just ordered Robin not to go back in there, the Lamp might find other ways to annoy him. After a moment of thought, he said, "I wish that I didn't feel quite so awkward about the sexual advances you made. Not receptive, necessarily, but more able to take them in stride."

"As you wish, Milord!" she snapped her fingers, and Chrom felt his head tingle slightly. Robin then grabbed his hand, and brought it to her chest.

He blushed a bit, but it felt natural for her to do this now, and wasn't flustered. "Okay, yeah, that is better," he admitted, pulling his hand back, and actually managing to be casual about it.

"Mmmnh," Robin whined slightly at his hand being drawn back, before she looked around. Lissa was still sleeping, but Frederick was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Frederick?" she asked Chrom, raising an eyebrow as she turned to lean back against his chest, rubbing against him.

Chrom smiled a bit at her, glad she could still actually make some small talk, and also secretly enjoying the contact before stepping back. "Knowing him, he probably went ahead to pick up every little pebble a mile ahead of us," he sighed. "He wants to make sure Lissa and I don't stumble on them..."

Robin's eyes widened. "You're joking right?" she asked him slowly.

Thinking she was as exasperated about it as he was, he shook his head. "Afraid not, he is a little overbea-"

"And he didn't invite me!" Robin cut him off, ignoring the fact that she had been inside the Lamp at the time. Before Chrom could protest, she ran off in the direction Frederick had gone.

"...this is going to be a thing now, isn't it?" Chrom groaned. Oh Gods... were they actually going to compete to see who could serve him better?