Anya was unsure what to do with his assertion. It was flattering that he would remain with her awhile now the they were both agreed on the strange circumstances of their reunion. "No," she chuckled, "I don't imagine there are many that could sway you once you've chosen your position without holding you at wandpoint. Though, if there is such a person, I would be thrilled to meet them." She chose not to tell him that same stubborn streak burned bright in Greyback women and their children as well. From the sister responsible for this little rendezvous down to the four year old niece back home, Titania could confirm that convincing or cajoling was nearly impossible without someone ending up with hurt feelings.
He earned a genuine smile for his compassion. He had a way of setting her at ease, even as she tripped over herself to avoid offense. He was amusing and refreshingly blunt. It was an admirable quality, one she envied. He also made her laugh. "I assure you, I prefer to leave her alive long enough to revenge our earlier deception." The offer of his escort had her studying him again. He said it as if it would be nothing to call on her for an evening. "The less often one enjoys society, the more scrutiny you'll in your choice of partners." Anya offered as if the choice was of little concern to her, which couldn't be further from the truth.
His turn of phrase brought her back from the edge of concern. "Would you prefer a wet evening with a desert theme? Were such a thing arranged, I truly fear for the evenings costumes." She turned briefly toward the ballroom, a fond smile on her face. "I always hope that this event involves more talk of the healer's craft, but I'm repeatedly disappointed. If I were to pick my ideal merriment," She returned her attention to her companion, "Well, I would abandon all this for a day in the saddle, an afternoon in the woods. If I had to choose an event where I would allow society in, there are worse things than balls, but I would do it on Scottish soil with our music and our language." She met his eyes for a moment, allowing him to consider it. "Does that offend you, Mr. Greyback?" She asked in honest curiosity.
He earned a genuine smile for his compassion. He had a way of setting her at ease, even as she tripped over herself to avoid offense. He was amusing and refreshingly blunt. It was an admirable quality, one she envied. He also made her laugh. "I assure you, I prefer to leave her alive long enough to revenge our earlier deception." The offer of his escort had her studying him again. He said it as if it would be nothing to call on her for an evening. "The less often one enjoys society, the more scrutiny you'll in your choice of partners." Anya offered as if the choice was of little concern to her, which couldn't be further from the truth.
His turn of phrase brought her back from the edge of concern. "Would you prefer a wet evening with a desert theme? Were such a thing arranged, I truly fear for the evenings costumes." She turned briefly toward the ballroom, a fond smile on her face. "I always hope that this event involves more talk of the healer's craft, but I'm repeatedly disappointed. If I were to pick my ideal merriment," She returned her attention to her companion, "Well, I would abandon all this for a day in the saddle, an afternoon in the woods. If I had to choose an event where I would allow society in, there are worse things than balls, but I would do it on Scottish soil with our music and our language." She met his eyes for a moment, allowing him to consider it. "Does that offend you, Mr. Greyback?" She asked in honest curiosity.
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