[ He keeps his hands on her waist, and in that space, in that mix of loud music and cacophonous joining of people in a drunken muddle, his eyebrows raise at her words. If he admires anything of her, often enough, it's that she does attack. She doesn't back down from the things she has decided on it. She takes - and he is a swordsman, first and foremost to his core. He can appreciate anyone that takes the offence. ]
Should you not find a younger man to suit you better?
[ His thumb smooths back and forth against her side where his hands stay respectfully on her hips and not to stray a breadth more. ]
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Should you not find a younger man to suit you better?
[ His thumb smooths back and forth against her side where his hands stay respectfully on her hips and not to stray a breadth more. ]