[ He doesn't respond well to flirtation, mainly because he's not used to it. He's been fighting a war, not going on social outings. That doesn't leave much time for the "fairer sex" or thinking about relationships, as much as he might have liked to. So instead of having anything particularly witty to say in reply, he lets his cheeks burn and distracts himself with some of his wine.
What is he getting himself into?
Her statement earns a surprised glance. He doesn't object; it's just unexpected. ]
Mind? No. Why would I mind? Better then letting them just rot, I imagine.
[ Idly, he wonders how late the feast is going to go. He's never actually been to a wedding, let alone his own. ]
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Date: 2016-10-11 01:50 am (UTC)What is he getting himself into?
Her statement earns a surprised glance. He doesn't object; it's just unexpected. ]
Mind? No. Why would I mind? Better then letting them just rot, I imagine.
[ Idly, he wonders how late the feast is going to go. He's never actually been to a wedding, let alone his own. ]
The smallfolk deserve to eat, after all.