Re: Call: Dietre A./Hugh C.
Okay. We can. Um... [A low sound in his throat as he thinks, fumbling for a way to get back to safer territory.] Like... Um. Like... [As nerve wracking as their flirting was earlier, Dietre can't help but feel like they had been having a lot of fun. Shifting from text to voice had ruined everything.] I don't know...
[A pause before a hail mary attempt to see if he could actually make Hugh laugh. This is not his strong suit.] ...S-swordsmanship?