He watches her face as she regards the veil, recognizing that in it she sees more than just a simple piece of cloth. There's something of the exile about her, he thinks to himself. She lives outside the guarded city - by choice, perhaps, or not - but in any case, her life is divorced from the life she grew up knowing. He sees that all in the flash of her eyes and in her delighted grin, and just as quickly he arrives at a decision.
Grinning and purring happily, he draws the veil across her back from shoulder to shoulder before flipping it off with a flourish and folding it back into a compact square. He presents it to her with a modest bow, then lifts his head to regard her with a mischievous flash of his eyes.
"It'd be a pity if my new Ishgardian friend didn't have some small example of what the dancers in her old home are wearing", he says with a smile. "Please", he urges. "Accept this as a gift from me."
Grinning and purring happily, he draws the veil across her back from shoulder to shoulder before flipping it off with a flourish and folding it back into a compact square. He presents it to her with a modest bow, then lifts his head to regard her with a mischievous flash of his eyes.
"It'd be a pity if my new Ishgardian friend didn't have some small example of what the dancers in her old home are wearing", he says with a smile. "Please", he urges. "Accept this as a gift from me."
