Blooded; perhaps he ought to have guessed, with the very word blood in it, and the way they were holding up the fox as a trophy. His eyes slid from that sight back to Miss Blackwood, who seemed abruptly sheepish about it.
“Well, I hope you do not think me a man so easily offended as that,” Yassine said, a little too cheerfully to take his mock-affront as anything more than a joke. Still, he raised an eyebrow as if to question her perception of him – he had no wish to seem the uptight foreigner forever, whether he lived in a land of godless, wasteful bloodsports or not. Besides, uncertainty did not look so well on Miss Blackwood; she had looked much better confidently poised upon her horse, and her face still only flushed from the sport. So he shot her a wink, partly mocking, part conspiratorial. “Even if your customs are barbaric.”
“Well, I hope you do not think me a man so easily offended as that,” Yassine said, a little too cheerfully to take his mock-affront as anything more than a joke. Still, he raised an eyebrow as if to question her perception of him – he had no wish to seem the uptight foreigner forever, whether he lived in a land of godless, wasteful bloodsports or not. Besides, uncertainty did not look so well on Miss Blackwood; she had looked much better confidently poised upon her horse, and her face still only flushed from the sport. So he shot her a wink, partly mocking, part conspiratorial. “Even if your customs are barbaric.”
