Hakon paused, then finished the flourish in a flash of steel, burrowing the scimitar back into its hidden sheathe as she approaches him, extending her hand. The gesture was both inviting and that of mutual respect, an opportunity to an alliance to be formed in whatever shape it may take," Well, Sir Austengarde," she begins calmly, gazing at him with a smile," If the desire to keep our reputations intact stands, then may I suggest observing other activities, if you will graciously accompany me?" She inquires gently, tilting her head.
She had the nagging feeling that she knew he wished to perhaps bed her, she felt the same primal desire. Alas... Before doing so, she wished to at the very least know him. Perhaps she was childishly sentimental, naive in this new world of bright lights and long words... But she valued what little she could truly call her own, and would hold onto it as long as possible.