At first, Davishire countenance seemed indifferent as Illi was taken off guard by his arrival, but at her second reaction, to catch him calling her name, he fumbled a bit in his mannerisms but set his jaw, in spite of his blush.
"Yes, was that not what you wished me to call you?" he said in rebuff, and it almost appeared as if he sighed in indignation, except no huff came from his lips. And he took this time now to glance upon her as she curtsied, and out of habit, he nodded back to her, though it was out of politeness. And then as she went on, he grew a bit sheepish and nodded.
"But I had come for an apology, and it is with relief that you should accept, and so quickly," and at that comment, he actually managed a toothy smile. "But not an apology from you, Miss Illi, though for my own behavior. I am not the best at entertaining the fairer sex." and he bowed his head again, more deeply, to show his sincerity at his notion.
"Are you quite alright?" she had seen quite upset when she had left him, and now to find her writing, he had to wonder, had she been writing about him?