Ooh, Grand Duchess, my deepest apologies. Then let me be your humble servant for the evening - Quentin, good lady.
[ he laughs a little, taking a step away from her side and drawing her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. it's a little showy, silly, but he meets her eyes with a fascination. she's quiet, this one, but demanding. consider him intrigued.
as they walk further into the throngs of people, he tugs her hand, guiding her to one of the empty, ornate chairs in the lounge of royals and their footmen and pets. it's not his most favorite display, but something about this grand duchess abigail feels like it might be safe, of all of them.
he denies the palm frond another servant tries to hand to him, and instead, he draws up a dish of plates, cheeses, little slices of bread. he wastes no time sitting on the broad armrest and plucking a grape up, offering it to her for her to take - but only by the teeth. ]
No, would I be feeding you grapes if I were the god we're celebrating? I think we must have a similar face. But you can think me a god all you like, Duchess. It's well within your right. [ a grin. ]
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[ he laughs a little, taking a step away from her side and drawing her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. it's a little showy, silly, but he meets her eyes with a fascination. she's quiet, this one, but demanding. consider him intrigued.
as they walk further into the throngs of people, he tugs her hand, guiding her to one of the empty, ornate chairs in the lounge of royals and their footmen and pets. it's not his most favorite display, but something about this grand duchess abigail feels like it might be safe, of all of them.
he denies the palm frond another servant tries to hand to him, and instead, he draws up a dish of plates, cheeses, little slices of bread. he wastes no time sitting on the broad armrest and plucking a grape up, offering it to her for her to take - but only by the teeth. ]
No, would I be feeding you grapes if I were the god we're celebrating? I think we must have a similar face. But you can think me a god all you like, Duchess. It's well within your right. [ a grin. ]