[Oh. He goes quiet, finding the words beautiful. Certainly she did not inherit Geralt's gruff, overly pointed words. Not in this case.]
Yes. So do I.
[He has a feeling he'll get along with her. As strange as it is to have anyone from a time he has yet to experience know him. Beyond, he imagines, his own reputation. But she is a little bitey, which at least is familiar.
He -- ] Ow. [He looks back at her in surprise, and then meets her smile. No, far beyond his reputation, he imagines. Or is she simply so casual? That would be awful good luck. Princesses were terribly stuffy.
His smile belies how satisfied he is with the answer.] Ah, don't be shy. You can agree. [Or maybe that's weird. How would he know?] Hmm, in time, perhaps. When I'm sliding into a more mature image. I'm still galivanting about on my youth.
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Yes. So do I.
[He has a feeling he'll get along with her. As strange as it is to have anyone from a time he has yet to experience know him. Beyond, he imagines, his own reputation. But she is a little bitey, which at least is familiar.
He -- ] Ow. [He looks back at her in surprise, and then meets her smile. No, far beyond his reputation, he imagines. Or is she simply so casual? That would be awful good luck. Princesses were terribly stuffy.
His smile belies how satisfied he is with the answer.] Ah, don't be shy. You can agree. [Or maybe that's weird. How would he know?] Hmm, in time, perhaps. When I'm sliding into a more mature image. I'm still galivanting about on my youth.