"It is the mask you choose to wear most often," she pointed out, glancing
at the offered hand with somewhat of a bemused expression, before looking
up at him.
"Are we having an impromptu lesson?" She asked, taking his hand as she
would if they were about to dance, because she can't think of any reason to
hold it out otherwise.
Nerva freezes, trying to ignore just how tight her chest clenched at that,
and pulls her hand back both too quickly and far too slowly. She doesn't
have to ask herself - she knows that no one has ever tried that. It was...
incredibly gentlemanly, and whatever the templar order was for her, it was
hardly full of gentlemen.
At least not gentlemen that saw her.
She swallowed, frowning deeply, and she could feel the heat at her collar,
rising to her face, and immediately berated herself for it. Ridiculous.
Simply ridiculous. He must have been mocking her. Or at least, that's what
she would have though, even a week before, perhaps.
But she knows he's not.
"Of course." Her voice is tight, stilted, but it isn't frustration or anger
so much as... confusion. As not exactly knowing what the proper response to
such an action was. She was pretty sure it was not returning a hand kiss in
kind. "I think it would be difficult--" A hesitation, and she realised what
she was saying, but her mouth kept going despite herself, "--not to."
She cleared her throat, getting more flustered by the minute, and suddenly
found looking at him to be difficult, so she looked away instead.
For a moment, he pauses as he recognizes the tightness of her voice, but quietly concludes it isn't due to annoyance him. She's puzzled, just as he was at receiving the gift. Orlesian ball or otherwise, it's still not something he expected. Twisted Fate looks up, releasing her hand.
Difficult to not think of him. That's something to consider.
"Then I consider myself lucky for that," he says, deciding it better to not tease her right now. "I didn't intend to embarrass you."
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"It is the mask you choose to wear most often," she pointed out, glancing at the offered hand with somewhat of a bemused expression, before looking up at him.
"Are we having an impromptu lesson?" She asked, taking his hand as she would if they were about to dance, because she can't think of any reason to hold it out otherwise.
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Gently, he takes her hand. "No," he answers, sounding thoughtful before he bends down, pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand.
"Thank you again. For thinking of me."
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Nerva freezes, trying to ignore just how tight her chest clenched at that, and pulls her hand back both too quickly and far too slowly. She doesn't have to ask herself - she knows that no one has ever tried that. It was... incredibly gentlemanly, and whatever the templar order was for her, it was hardly full of gentlemen.
At least not gentlemen that saw her.
She swallowed, frowning deeply, and she could feel the heat at her collar, rising to her face, and immediately berated herself for it. Ridiculous. Simply ridiculous. He must have been mocking her. Or at least, that's what she would have though, even a week before, perhaps.
But she knows he's not.
"Of course." Her voice is tight, stilted, but it isn't frustration or anger so much as... confusion. As not exactly knowing what the proper response to such an action was. She was pretty sure it was not returning a hand kiss in kind. "I think it would be difficult--" A hesitation, and she realised what she was saying, but her mouth kept going despite herself, "--not to."
She cleared her throat, getting more flustered by the minute, and suddenly found looking at him to be difficult, so she looked away instead.
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Difficult to not think of him. That's something to consider.
"Then I consider myself lucky for that," he says, deciding it better to not tease her right now. "I didn't intend to embarrass you."
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She rubbed her fingers together against her palm, unconsciously.
"No, no. I am just glad that you like it. If you'll - ah - excuse me, I should return to my duties."