[ the glint of humor in her eye is all he needs to gently lift a hand and flick his fingers at the collar of her coat, straightening it one last time before sliding hands into his own pockets and sitting back on a hip. a mission of diplomacy shouldn't be all that difficult, not for him. to blend in with those who consider themselves of higher stations, of lifting his own head high despite his own place - well, it's new, but he isn't without his own confidence snaking slowly beneath the surface, still young, but sure-footed even on strange ground. the slight smile pressed to his lips accepts her humor clearly as he gives a dramatic roll of his eyes. ]
Then you'll be keen to tell your ascot from your lambrat.
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Then you'll be keen to tell your ascot from your lambrat.
[ he tilts a head in a sharp little motion ]
I try not to make a habit of it.