"I expected you to be swinging sticks at them to keep them back," he grinned at her wink. "Though I suspect you had many more admirers from afar who were simply too intimidated by your poise and beauty to approach." That was said more gallantly, more sincerely, as he produced another flower for her, this one a yellow rose. "If Rory had not already held my heart I surely would have joined them!" Okay, that was teasing again, but only because Rex had always been more of a friend to him than anything else.
'Sacrificial lambs' weren't all that different from martyrs, not in how they ended up, at least. But he dipped his head in acknowledgment with a wry smile at the mention of old habits. "They do," he agreed quietly. "But we both have a few that are worth trying to slay." His smile faded to curiosity as they turned to talk of families, and he resisted the urge - barely - to reach out and boop her button nose himself.
He blinked a little in confusion as he tried to piece together Rexanna's double (triple?) lives. The time skipping involved was enough to cause a migraine and he smiled sympathetically. "Then may I ask who Kiada's father was?" Surely not some far-distant version of Bastien?
'Sacrificial lambs' weren't all that different from martyrs, not in how they ended up, at least. But he dipped his head in acknowledgment with a wry smile at the mention of old habits. "They do," he agreed quietly. "But we both have a few that are worth trying to slay." His smile faded to curiosity as they turned to talk of families, and he resisted the urge - barely - to reach out and boop her button nose himself.
He blinked a little in confusion as he tried to piece together Rexanna's double (triple?) lives. The time skipping involved was enough to cause a migraine and he smiled sympathetically. "Then may I ask who Kiada's father was?" Surely not some far-distant version of Bastien?
