Warren met her gaze, his expression even and perhaps even challenging. He did not pull away from her.
"Maybe you're a bard afterall," he smiled. "An act of kindness and we've already spirited away for a romantic eve by the fireplace? A touch, a kiss, a sigh. The stuff of romantic legend, though a different type of sword being brandished." He shrugged, making allowance for the substitution.
"You have quite the imagination, Miss Brynn."
"Maybe you're a bard afterall," he smiled. "An act of kindness and we've already spirited away for a romantic eve by the fireplace? A touch, a kiss, a sigh. The stuff of romantic legend, though a different type of sword being brandished." He shrugged, making allowance for the substitution.
"You have quite the imagination, Miss Brynn."