[ There's a pause, and a hum that is most certainly just for show. His answer is nothing to consider -- he's already made it clear -- but he could elaborate on his reasoning, let Edelgard find that they follow the same line of thought. ]
I would say daggers are fairly meaningful to us, are they not? [ His own blade rasps against the wood, just an idle scratch as he takes a break and turns to face her. ] And though perhaps not in the traditional way, we have exchanged a pair that should see more use.
[ Fortunately, the wine hasn't loosened his tongue enough that he spills the entirety of the truth concerning the traditional way in which daggers are exchanged as her Faerghan rituals, all the less so as he learned from Sylvain on this very island. If he keeps talking, perhaps she won't notice and ask. ]
Besides, there is even greater significance to them. When we first discussed the terms of our old arrangement, we agreed that we would keep any weapons locked away as a show of good faith between unlikely allies. But now...
[ He casts a side glance at the work they have been chipping away at, and his smile stretches up to his eyes. Half-finished a job as it is, already it is a reminder of how long they have come since those days of uneasy cooperation; of how much they have grown together. ]
To bring them into the bedroom with us, and use them at our most vulnerable... It signals so much more than the trust we have built over the past moons.
[ It signals the love they have for each other, unabashed and uncontested. ]
[ Her smile refuses to be dismissed. Is trust a kink in and of itself? If so, she thinks they may both be weak for it. ]
You initially balked at the idea of me arriving a weapon. [ She recalls that so well because she had to point out that their shared level of uneasy trust at the time meant that he could not expect her to walk into his lair unarmed. ] And then you proposed that I keep mine with yours.
It was a reasonable idea. [ Her glass rises to her lips but her smile is still very visible over the rim. ] If you squint it almost seems romantic.
[ Colored by a point of view she only has now, perhaps, but allow her playfulness when she finds it. How much their relationship has evolved is worth marveling over, in her opinion. After a quick sip of her wine, she goes on: ]
I promise that I will not let your dagger stay idle.
[ Nor will she let her own idle. The truth is that she can already think of several of his shirts and at least one pair of trousers she would be all too happy to slice open
...Of course now she has to entertain the thought of his trousers strategically cut open for the sole purpose of...
This is really a thought she should tuck away for later. Ignore the new flare of heat in her cheeks as she takes another drink! ]
[ Oh, he balked at a lot more over the course of that meal than just the thought of her coming to his home with a weapon in tow; to this day, he still doesn't think it was very fair of her to expect him to be bound and beg when these were both squares on her card, least of all when they were still enemies beyond the scope of their arrangement. He understands her motives now, and their relationship has evolved enough that he would no longer mind it, but back then? What was she thinking?
But, he is far more interested in what she's thinking right now, and one comment in particular another pause from him, amusement tugging at the arch of a brow and the corner of his lips. ]
Romantic, eh? Sometimes you sound surprisingly Faerghan, my beloved.
[ And it pleases him, so much more than that small laugh can convey. No wonder they're so compatible! ]
As long as we are talking weapons-- [ And while his task has been temporarily set aside in favor of a more thrilling topic, he may as well take a sip of his wine, tongue wetting his lips in a not-at-all suggestive fashion. ] How else do you suggest I use this dagger, hmm?
[ He has a few ideas of his own and all, but far be it from him to give her cause to call him inflexible. ]
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I would say daggers are fairly meaningful to us, are they not? [ His own blade rasps against the wood, just an idle scratch as he takes a break and turns to face her. ] And though perhaps not in the traditional way, we have exchanged a pair that should see more use.
[ Fortunately, the wine hasn't loosened his tongue enough that he spills the entirety of the truth concerning the traditional way in which daggers are exchanged as her Faerghan rituals, all the less so as he learned from Sylvain on this very island. If he keeps talking, perhaps she won't notice and ask. ]
Besides, there is even greater significance to them. When we first discussed the terms of our old arrangement, we agreed that we would keep any weapons locked away as a show of good faith between unlikely allies. But now...
[ He casts a side glance at the work they have been chipping away at, and his smile stretches up to his eyes. Half-finished a job as it is, already it is a reminder of how long they have come since those days of uneasy cooperation; of how much they have grown together. ]
To bring them into the bedroom with us, and use them at our most vulnerable... It signals so much more than the trust we have built over the past moons.
[ It signals the love they have for each other, unabashed and uncontested. ]
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You initially balked at the idea of me arriving a weapon. [ She recalls that so well because she had to point out that their shared level of uneasy trust at the time meant that he could not expect her to walk into his lair unarmed. ] And then you proposed that I keep mine with yours.
It was a reasonable idea. [ Her glass rises to her lips but her smile is still very visible over the rim. ] If you squint it almost seems romantic.
[ Colored by a point of view she only has now, perhaps, but allow her playfulness when she finds it. How much their relationship has evolved is worth marveling over, in her opinion. After a quick sip of her wine, she goes on: ]
I promise that I will not let your dagger stay idle.
[ Nor will she let her own idle. The truth is that she can already think of several of his shirts and at least one pair of trousers she would be all too happy to slice open
...Of course now she has to entertain the thought of his trousers strategically cut open for the sole purpose of...
This is really a thought she should tuck away for later. Ignore the new flare of heat in her cheeks as she takes another drink! ]
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But, he is far more interested in what she's thinking right now, and one comment in particular another pause from him, amusement tugging at the arch of a brow and the corner of his lips. ]
Romantic, eh? Sometimes you sound surprisingly Faerghan, my beloved.
[ And it pleases him, so much more than that small laugh can convey. No wonder they're so compatible! ]
As long as we are talking weapons-- [ And while his task has been temporarily set aside in favor of a more thrilling topic, he may as well take a sip of his wine, tongue wetting his lips in a not-at-all suggestive fashion. ] How else do you suggest I use this dagger, hmm?
[ He has a few ideas of his own and all, but far be it from him to give her cause to call him inflexible. ]