Tal considered this wisdom and nodded slowly while he fussed over his dragon. "Yeah, makes sense," he agreed slowly. "I mean, that's why Frey made my dagger the way they did." His mouth quirked up into a wicked grin. "You shoulda seen Noah's face the first time he sparred with me!" Sure, he'd ended up losing the training match in the end, but he'd gotten one good nick in on the older, stronger man before he went down!
Then he was up and steadying the mannequin and putting his foot in his mouth - which took some impressive flexibility - but Hotaru let his foe pa faux pas slide and gently educated him without him quite realizing he was being taught. He listened and wrinkled his nose expressively at the mix of intrigue and flirting, but at her teasing he just grinned and tried to put on a haughty air, raising his nose up and trying for a prim accent. "Ma'am, I'll have you know I can't dance no matter how drunk I get. 'Better's got nothin' t'do with it!"
He smoothed his shirt down and then poked at the mannequin with a sly eye. 'So are we startin' with muslin? Or goin' straight for the real cloth?"
Then he was up and steadying the mannequin and putting his foot in his mouth - which took some impressive flexibility - but Hotaru let his foe pa faux pas slide and gently educated him without him quite realizing he was being taught. He listened and wrinkled his nose expressively at the mix of intrigue and flirting, but at her teasing he just grinned and tried to put on a haughty air, raising his nose up and trying for a prim accent. "Ma'am, I'll have you know I can't dance no matter how drunk I get. 'Better's got nothin' t'do with it!"
He smoothed his shirt down and then poked at the mannequin with a sly eye. 'So are we startin' with muslin? Or goin' straight for the real cloth?"
