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| He was confused. She had told him that he hadn't given his intent. Maybe he hadn't but the implication had been good... unless those of untrue nature were the types to actually use the visage of kindness toward women! He felt a slight twinge of anger toward that idea, toward the very notion of harming a woman under false pretenses of protection. It was despicable, not to mention sickening. He almost felt the anger boil over the top, but swallowed it like he did most things. Now, more than ever the male wanted to protect her, to make sure she was back safe because what if he'd been somewhere else. Of course, by his mother's insistence, and example, he knew well that women weren't defenseless. Some were quite the contrary, but he didn't want to be the one to face not helping where he could have helped. His brother had told him that to protect was to serve, and to serve was to respect. That was what he lived by, or tried to anyway, because he knew that one day it would come in handy. Her hand reached up and took his in the soft grasp, holding, tracing his hand with her soft fingers and he had to wonder. She seemed to be searching for something in his skin, something, anything, that would give her some information that she needed for her own decision, but then she recited his ambitions. The boy stared at her, his green eyes searching her face as her hands had searched his. "Dear Lady, you're right , those are my ambitions, and while ambition can be good or bad, I assure you I would give nothing more to live like my brother under the eyes of chivalry and respect. I wish you no ill will and I only serve because I respect." That was all he could say to her, so that she believed him. She didn't know him, why should she trust him? Because he was true. But her chiding of him made him look down like a scolded child. "I also do not wish to pick and choose in whom I protect. If a lady needs me I will be there if it is indeed possible for me to do so. Whether it be a refined Lady or a whore of the lowest caste, then I will protect because some people need that protection to feel important. I know some whores may wish ill will, as well, but I can hold myself against a woman, even if she has more skill than I because I trust myself with a sword, though I would never hurt a lady." He couldn't believe that he spoke so much. He had always been a man of few words and that he'd spoken so much! It astounded him! Of course, the woman was teasing him as if he were a child! He could almost feel the hurt swell up. So what if he was unsure of what men did with women here? They had different customs and- He paused, looking around. "Surely not all of those women are whores!" he exclaimed, "Why so many?" Her surprise made him slightly uncomfortable. Was he suppose to be aware of such things? Was he suppose to be so vulgar as to know everything that was going out. Now that he looked he could see a man with his hand on a red head's rump, rubbing. On another he saw the woman leaning against a lordly male, nibbling on his neck. A quick flush came to his face and he looked away so that he didn't see it anymore. "I was not aware, Lady." he spoke honestly, keeping his eyes down so that he didn't see the lecherous behavior before him. What were they doing? Why were they all so... ungodly? Wasn't it stated in the bible that sex was for marriage and lust was a sin? He knew it was! He'd been taught to read on the bible! "Dear Lady, there could also be attacks from bandits, there could be stalkers, killers, rapists, and other such unjust thing. I would hate to see a lovely lady harmed from some ungodly cur, especially when I know I can be there to help her if it is required of me." He squared his shoulders as he spoke so avidly of protection and loyalty. Then the question was asked of his duchy. Of course, he gave her a nod to show he accepted her apology and thought no bad against her. She was outspoken and bold. He rather admired that from a female. Many acted meek and didn't seem to be living things at all, but this one was something special. "I am from Ashton." he said, giving her an artistic, rhythmic bow. "I was taught to dance as my art and I learned to play sword with my brother." Falke couldn't keep the smile off his face as he introduced his duchy. "I did not think my duchy was relevant at the time, lady, I apologize for that. And yourself? Where are you from?" Formalities. He could really open up when he was passed those. |