It's hardly the first time he's called her beautiful, and she's sure it won't be the last. But it is the first time he's done so in such a public setting, where eyebrows can raise, where whispers can immediately be heard on the other side of the room, and the Warrior of Light finds her gaze lowering slightly in an attempt to hide what wants to be a flush of heat on her cheeks, out of place in the biting cold of Coerthas.
Her recovery is quick enough, though, her brows raising as she considers the list he provides of his faults, and at that last shift in his voice, her own expression shifts, something she hopes is even a little unreadable, because if it's not, then...
She tilts her head. "And these are supposedly faults, my lord? None of them sound particularly bad, you know." It's an effort, but she manages to steer herself back onto a more correct course of conversation as she continues: "Without your apparent lack of propriety, my friends and I would not have anywhere safe to shelter. So anyone who would wish to call that a fault may take it up with me."
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Date: 2020-08-16 05:34 am (UTC)Her recovery is quick enough, though, her brows raising as she considers the list he provides of his faults, and at that last shift in his voice, her own expression shifts, something she hopes is even a little unreadable, because if it's not, then...
She tilts her head. "And these are supposedly faults, my lord? None of them sound particularly bad, you know." It's an effort, but she manages to steer herself back onto a more correct course of conversation as she continues: "Without your apparent lack of propriety, my friends and I would not have anywhere safe to shelter. So anyone who would wish to call that a fault may take it up with me."