"Old---Bessie..." Iwan took a careful look over Marissa's shoulder to make sure that Bessie was no where in sight, and when he decided that the coast was indeed clear, he smiled. A joke! Yes, she was teasing. That was fine, as long as the punchline didn't include a fire-breathing monster.
Iwan looked down at their locked hands and shrugged, "I know a few spots in Tutshill you might enjoy---except...I have to make sure..."
He leaned in close, eyebrows high. She smelled like fire, which invigorated him. Iwan hadn't gone out on a limb for a lady in quite some time, so--he was going to roll with this feeling, he was going to put his best foot forward and hope for the best. His voice lowered to a careful whisper,
"You're not wearing a Catapults shirt under those robes, are ye?"
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