Foxe/Ari | Commoners’ District | 12:30pm - COMPLETE
At the change in the dragoon's expression, Ari had to roll her eyes. Really, did he think she was serious? "Oh, your loss, I suppose. How about as my chaperon instead? You can glare at anyone who comes near me, unless they are more handsome than you -- or more beautiful than me -- in which case you can smile graciously and allow them to approach. How many people have told you that you take things too seriously, by the by? Aside from me," she clarified. "I think I tell you at least once every time we speak."
But really, her work here was done. She did enjoy prodding at him.
"It's a not-date," she told him firmly. "You -- my very proper and appropriate chaperon -- and me -- the scandalous commoner who considers herself the equal of the gentry -- at the next party where I can say without a doubt that there is means of demonstrating to you that some nobles do have a sense of humor." Her smile turned sly as she added, "As you believe such a thing to be impossible, it should be a harmless enough agreement." And she would remind him of this conversation someday.
No one thought Duke Reinholdt a humorless man. Deadly, yes. Humorous, not so much.
"Drink your mead," she suggested, knocking her half-full mug against his. "Here's to you, sir. Cheers."