“Yes, certainly. It seems a careful and patient sort of a weapon. I’m more prone to the loud and brash in the form of a shotgun. I suppose there are more skilled marksmen than me who must use it with great calm and patience, but I’ve always been a bit more impulsive, shall we say,” he admitted with a half-smile. Well, it had won him a few duels, even if he wasn’t about to be a fine hunter any day soon. “Plus, one shot and you’ve alerted everyone in a mile radius. Not so with the bow and arrow. Silent and lethal,” he added, his tone a little teasing.
He lifted the wine and took a sip to cover the sudden surprise of her knee against him. It was only a knee, after all. Innocent enough, he was quite sure, but logic didn’t come into it. They’d spent so much time flirting and toying with each other than the smallest touch was liable to drive him crazy. So he sipped the wine, and took the moment to switch hands more naturally. He didn’t make any move to touch her right away, he didn’t want to be so blatant, but it at least opened up the possibility.
“Yes, it does feel more real. I suppose we are not used to being confined like that. There is no real breeze, no little fall of rain... snow, though. Never quite understood the snow part,” he chuckled softly.