[That was...a lot of works spoken really has that seemed to have very little to do with one another. He's still lost in trying to figure out just what 'true spirit' can exist in a garment. Plus, he wonders, is he really 'frilly'? This was 'normal', wasn't it? A-ah, now he'll be self conscious about his cravat for the rest of the day.
After a confused second spent staring down at the place where her dress meets the floor, he blinks and finally gives up on trying to either compliment it or critique it. Knowing his luck with speaking to women, no matter what he says it'll be the wrong thing.]
My palm? [He raises one gloved hand, stares down at it for a moment, and then raises it up where she can see. Is this a trick...?!]
sorry I'm so slow, work has been nuts
After a confused second spent staring down at the place where her dress meets the floor, he blinks and finally gives up on trying to either compliment it or critique it. Knowing his luck with speaking to women, no matter what he says it'll be the wrong thing.]
My palm? [He raises one gloved hand, stares down at it for a moment, and then raises it up where she can see. Is this a trick...?!]