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For all that he tried, he couldn’t stop the laughter her words caused from spilling forth. It’s a deep rumble of a purr in the bone-cage of his chest, ❝ I have seen plenty, ❞ his Northern drawl still dripped with mirth, as the words are loosed. He is no prude – and yet he had always found himself lacking the arrogance those of his gender carried when it came to matters of wooing. And perhaps she is right – perhaps he is too much a man of honor, in this regard. For it has been some time since he was graced with the sight of any nude form before him, in an manner more than bathing of clothing. Too long has he been warring, consumed of games that are not his own.
With her blessing, gray hues do turn toward her direction, and he can’t help the subtle hunger within them ( he is weary off war, tense with battle and defeat. longing for the gentle and sobering touch of another to break him free of this loyalty-bound trance ). The smirk that curves at the edge of his lips is both flirtatious and smug, ❝ so you do claim I am special? ❞ It was a good enough reason for it to linger, he muses. ❝ Surely I am no blessing, my Lady – but I cannot claim that I have not been gifted with the sight of your beauty. You are not of the North. ❞ He knew the women of his homeland well, so well that it was glaringly apparent when another was amongst them.
his laugh, despite his seemingly war-laden body and tired, SUNKEN eyes, was such a sound that it immediately brought smile to the nightingale's lips. she raised her brows in surprise, hands raised from the water as she conceeded. ❛ so perhaps you have seen a naked woman, but in how long, hm? ❜ purred the woman, both courtesan and assassin. most knew not of the latter, and especially this man would not. he might not even know who the NIGHTINGALE was. nevertheless, he'd see no reason to fear her. save for what she might do to him in private.
bright hazel hues settled on the stormy gray ones across from her and sparkled with amusement. ❛ like what you see? ❜ mused the woman, standing in shallower waters to allow him full sight. the swell of her breasts dripped with clear waters, rivulets running down strong core, only for hips to swell outwards once more, seemingly impossibly so from such a small waist. riah shrugged her slender shoulders with a temptuous grin. ❛ i do favor your face much more than the others i've seen, ❜ came her reply, eyes trailing his form slowly. they snapped back up to his eyes, brows raised in suggestion. ❛ and then some. ❜ came the flirtatious addition. he mentions she's not from there and she chuckles at his obvious statment. ❛ tell me, my lord, have you ever heard of the NIGHTINGALE OF BRAAVOS? ❜
