Post by Emile Deveraux on Nov 17, 2015 17:17:29 GMT -5
Emile turned his head curiously, a small smile spelling itself on his face as she made the point to remind him that a reputation might be not but a mask for the truth. She wondered if she had intended to insult her cousin's skill, as she'd a moment ago made certain to bring it up. As Emile had agreed to have heard of his competence, and now Clara said it might be contrary... was he not a decent match at all, after all? What was she playing at? He mentally shrugged it all away, not intent on discussing the Count too much more, and instead kept in place his ambiguous smile.
A brisk chuckle was heard from him as she again suggested he might be lackluster in that department. "Oh, the latter, I'm sure. My father only lets me use wooden swords, and all." He smirked, making light of the line of thoughts. He also thought that should there be such a cat fight as she alluded, to watch it unfold. He liked to see a certain fierceness in women, as complacency dulled the soul.
The fact that she was thus unable to answer the very same question she'd challenged him with, was disappointing, though he would not say so much aloud. He listened politely, and made certain to stay with the dance steps until finally the line of them were bowing the end of the music. "I'm not easily repelled," he shrugged mildly, though the words had various implications. "A drink?" He asked her, though he didn't honestly wait long enough before starting in the direction where he would find himself just the prize he sought. He told himself he'd only have one for now, for the taste, but when did that ever happen to be true?
Should she have followed, he would offer her another question. "What do you think of the outdoors? Farms, fishing, hunting, whatever might be most applicable."
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Clara Delamara
A brisk chuckle was heard from him as she again suggested he might be lackluster in that department. "Oh, the latter, I'm sure. My father only lets me use wooden swords, and all." He smirked, making light of the line of thoughts. He also thought that should there be such a cat fight as she alluded, to watch it unfold. He liked to see a certain fierceness in women, as complacency dulled the soul.
The fact that she was thus unable to answer the very same question she'd challenged him with, was disappointing, though he would not say so much aloud. He listened politely, and made certain to stay with the dance steps until finally the line of them were bowing the end of the music. "I'm not easily repelled," he shrugged mildly, though the words had various implications. "A drink?" He asked her, though he didn't honestly wait long enough before starting in the direction where he would find himself just the prize he sought. He told himself he'd only have one for now, for the taste, but when did that ever happen to be true?
Should she have followed, he would offer her another question. "What do you think of the outdoors? Farms, fishing, hunting, whatever might be most applicable."
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Clara Delamara