When she turned to face him, he admired the view. He fancied she had a pretty face, almost too pretty for a commoner, and a bit of arrogance about her, almost TOO much like a nobles. But a noble woman wouldn't find herself all the way out here unless...
He smirked.
Unless she was running away from something. It would be an interesting though, indeed, if she turned out to be some sort of run away princess. Though, he shook away those ideas. He had to remember, she had a knife. What noble woman carried a knife, road upon her horse this far into the wilderness for no good reason?
No, she was just some educated twit, he imagined.
At her comment about not needing an escort, he looked down at his blade and raised a brow at her, and one side of his lips as he smirked.
"I suppose you can handle your tongue well enough." he said, slipping the blade away as he studied her again. After all, he wouldn't need the knife against her. He doubted she really knew how to wield, hers, after all, again, he had to note, her skin appeared far too perfect for sword play.
But again.. if she were naive...
"Perhaps I'm just playing the gentle man and fool," he admitted, eyes scanning her form before he folded his arms across his chest. "But I need to ask again, and a bit more seriously, if you don't mind, as to why you're really here." He lifted his head, keeping her under a scrutinizing gaze, but also a gaze that held a playful glimmer.
"You just decided to ride your horse all the way out into this part of the forest for no reason?"
An idea that was just a little hard to fathom-
especially..
from a woman. But again, maybe she was that young and naive.
There had been a time once, when he knew a girl like that.
But this lady was hardly her-
and she.. well, she'd be much older and probably married.
And a noble lady at that.
This woman?
Yes, perhaps she did smell of peasant-
a more well to do peasant, perhaps.