Though Kain had noticed her scars--it was fairly hard not to, since Blythe normally made a point of covering them--he, like Blythe, paid no mind to them. At her reply, he chuckled lightly.
"These parties are a good deal less...formal." the dragoon replied, his hand settling on the waist of her silky dress. "Cecil and I were required to listen to nobles gossip and make idle chatter for hours, while politely accepting any invitations to dance with noble women we received."
He was sure that his tone, which got more annoyed the farther along in his explanation he got, made things seem worse than they were. But it certainly hadn't been Kain's definition of fun. He glanced down at Blythe briefly, a small smile returning to his face.
"Besides, none of the company was quite as pleasant as you."
Parties were far from the only thing on the dragoon's mind, but Kain had never been the most straightforward person with his feelings. It was fairly stupid, at this point in their relationship, but it was a habit that was hard to shake.