She clucked her tongue, shaking her head at him with a shake of a finger. "Tsk tsk. Evading my question about the letters still. Very well. Play the coy game." She cocked her head to one side, now eying him up and down unabashedly. "Ye be right. I don't need yer palm. Ye wear what ye are plain on ye as that armor."
She first reached for his arm, pressing hard to gauge what lay beneath the armor in between the plates. As if she was studying well raised Chocobo. "Well trained. I bet ye put a lot of important to yer duty. Daily routine as matter of fact." She swayed closer to him, fingers lifting and tracing the braided hair that fell by his cheeks. "Disciplined. But traditional." Â That same finger then traced his jawline. "Much too set. Stubborn. Â I bet that has gotten ye into trouble some."
She leaned in then, nose almost meeting nose, her eyes narrowed intently. "And ye've been hurt before." She tilted her head. "More than once." There was a small lopsided curl to her lips. "Still. Willing to risk it again, I'd wager. Foolish man." She pulled back and shrugged teasingly.
"Well? Did I hit the target?"
She first reached for his arm, pressing hard to gauge what lay beneath the armor in between the plates. As if she was studying well raised Chocobo. "Well trained. I bet ye put a lot of important to yer duty. Daily routine as matter of fact." She swayed closer to him, fingers lifting and tracing the braided hair that fell by his cheeks. "Disciplined. But traditional." Â That same finger then traced his jawline. "Much too set. Stubborn. Â I bet that has gotten ye into trouble some."
She leaned in then, nose almost meeting nose, her eyes narrowed intently. "And ye've been hurt before." She tilted her head. "More than once." There was a small lopsided curl to her lips. "Still. Willing to risk it again, I'd wager. Foolish man." She pulled back and shrugged teasingly.
"Well? Did I hit the target?"
