Hearing Isidor flustered brings a broad smile to Harrowheart's face, and once again he lightly thwaps her on the arm. "I was jokin'," he said. "Now we're even, 'cause we both got jealous of your uncle for a minute."
Suddenly he's unable to hide a cheeky grin that spreads across his face like a mold. "Besides," he says, back to his forced casualness that comes with side-eyes and expectantly raised eyebrows, "He's no Sagyne."
But Harrowheart isn't schooled in the noble art of keeping his emotions under wraps, and not a few seconds after saying that he's already laughing. His mischievous smile turns to one of fondness as he looks at Isidor. He very nearly reaches out to put a hand on her arm, but stops short and instead folds his hands behind his back.
"And neither of them are Isidor."
He keeps up his gentle smile for another moment or two before he rolls his eyes and lightly smirks. "And I already practiced not talkin' to people I don't like. I had to get away from Poenia right quick, or I woulda knocked her out cold right there in the ballroom. You shoulda heard what she was sayin'."
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Date: 2017-08-15 02:04 pm (UTC)Suddenly he's unable to hide a cheeky grin that spreads across his face like a mold. "Besides," he says, back to his forced casualness that comes with side-eyes and expectantly raised eyebrows, "He's no Sagyne."
But Harrowheart isn't schooled in the noble art of keeping his emotions under wraps, and not a few seconds after saying that he's already laughing. His mischievous smile turns to one of fondness as he looks at Isidor. He very nearly reaches out to put a hand on her arm, but stops short and instead folds his hands behind his back.
"And neither of them are Isidor."
He keeps up his gentle smile for another moment or two before he rolls his eyes and lightly smirks. "And I already practiced not talkin' to people I don't like. I had to get away from Poenia right quick, or I woulda knocked her out cold right there in the ballroom. You shoulda heard what she was sayin'."