Rhocanth let his arms drop to his sides, grinning sheepishly. He couldn't entirely see Falina's face through the dark, with her back turned to the wan moonlight coming through the window, but the tone of her voice said she'd appreciated his thoughts. He felt warm now, the heat radiating from his cheeks after exerting himself and probably turning him slightly pink. Some of his hair, minus the cowlick, had fallen over his forehead, and he briefly brushed it away.
"You think so?" he chuckled. "Very well. As you wish, miss." In fine courtly style, Rho stepped forward and tucked one arm neatly behind his back. The other swept in a graceful arc and he bowed low over one leg. When he completed his bow he straightened up and stepped toward the window.
"Will you be staying a while? The hour is growing late." In case she wished to get down, Rhocanth offered his own arm. Not entirely for the sake of the books.