[ the dress is an effective distraction, as he gets a better look at it, his gaze beginning at the bottom and traveling slowly to the top. and it's a bit difficult to hear her voice clearly above the din, so the soft tone and the affected accent do the trick of hiding the truth from him a little longer. still, he can't shake the sense that she reminds him of someone. it's the reason for his eyes narrowing, his head canting slightly to the left.
without getting a good look at her face, though, it's impossible to place her in the shimmering, shifting light. so, even though he's on uneven ground, he doesn't dial back the flirtation. it's entirely possible he just doesn't know how. ]
I'd not think myself like to forget a rare damsel such as yourself. [ one eyebrow rises above the other. the corner of his lips curls in a grin. ] You do strike me as familiar.
[ he reaches out to pull back the curtain of her hair, catching a strand around his fingers. it even feels familiar. ]
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without getting a good look at her face, though, it's impossible to place her in the shimmering, shifting light. so, even though he's on uneven ground, he doesn't dial back the flirtation. it's entirely possible he just doesn't know how. ]
I'd not think myself like to forget a rare damsel such as yourself. [ one eyebrow rises above the other. the corner of his lips curls in a grin. ] You do strike me as familiar.
[ he reaches out to pull back the curtain of her hair, catching a strand around his fingers. it even feels familiar. ]