"A stroll sounds lovely to me," Delwyn said, his smile widening and expression softening when she used his name--and just his name. It was definitely a start, and a step in the right direction. Some nobles delighted in having people bow and scrape, but Delwyn just found it tiresome. There was a time and a place for everything, of course, but out here he just wanted to be among friends.
He offered her his arm, and then lead her out of the grassy clearing and away from the crowd. Around them, people whispered, but Delwyn ignored them and hoped Naevia would, too, because he had a feeling he knew what people would be talking about. No doubt, they expected he wanted in the girl's skirts after striking out with several village women and one noblewoman.
They wouldn't be wrong, either, even if they weren't entirely right.
He spoke up fast, to keep Naevia's attention on him. "So, Naevia, tell me about yourself," he said as he lead her away from the noise of the festivities. "I know your days must be full, serving your masters dusk to dawn, but when you get a spare moment, what do you like to do? What are your talents?"