damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
This guy was a piece of work, really. Judging from the nerves, he likely wasn't noble, and she'd been to enough balls to differentiate one from the next. They always held themselves with a certain air and poise, though she'd met her share of unruly nobles. But he was amusing, and if he could serve as a distraction, provided he didn't become an annoying one, what was the harm?
A smile appeared as she held out her hand, shaking his. "Damia. Enchantée." Friends, was it?