Merida was trying not to be too appraising in her examination of him, but the question of who her mystery highway man was was figuratively killing her and she found herself staring a little too intently into his eyes, searching for recognition, for the moment when something about those dark eyes would click and she would realise who the man behind the mask actually was, but those curls were incredibly distracting, they looked so soft and she had an almost overwhelming urge to run her hands through it, the heat in her stomach flushing her cheeks with a blush. She kept having to drag her eyes and attention back to the moment.

His suggestions made her smile, it pulled for a moment before she hid it behind her affected teasing expression of resignation. She held her hands to her sides, revealing her open palms, 'Well I have no money' she chirped, enjoying the interaction, the warmth of the potion in her stomach helping her engage in this game with her unidentified highway man, 'and I think I'm becoming rather attached to the hat.' she said ruefully, her full lips curving into a playful smile, a laugh tinkling in her throat as she cocked her head back to look up at him.

The petite red head took pains to ensure the hat was secure, before extending a hand towards him, the tendrils of wafting blue material trailing after her as she offered him the dance. 'So I suppose I must pay with a dance', her brow arched, 'A courante I assume?'

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