*becomes very focused on feeding the birds (aggressive little things) all of a sudden* *not to mention very, very red*
*shrugs but doesn't even consider gushing as though it was the best day of his life (not to you)* Hm. I've had better. There was a bit of a panic misunderstanding on the day, actually, involving a well-intended but completely misguided bubble bath and then things went from bad to worse never quite recovered. The whole thing was sort of my fault, though. *confidently (and yes, he is very confident of this, and that's sort of a nice feeling?)* I'll make it up to him, though.
*sits back in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in their surroundings with a keen soldier's eye (and the park is still largely deserted)* *gently* I'm going to worry if you make a habit of this, Itarillë. Being out so early by yourself. *reaches over to squeeze your hand* We lords have to look after our princess, you know.