[ This sort of banter comes surprisingly easy now, though it certainly helps that the magic has instilled in him some sort of... boldness. Clair looks breathtakingly beautiful tonight, and it's not like Percival didn't notice (he may try to be a disciplined person but he's not blind), but right now, he finds himself oddly transfixed on catching her eye again.
He feels more than a bit of pride at seeing her smile return, little by little. ]
Of course I am ready. But what do you see me as, some sort of battle to be conquered? [ He chides her, but with enough self-awareness to know that this is exactly the same sort of shit he'd say. His smile is wide and warm now, and he cups her cheek in his palm, leaning down to press their lips together softly. ]
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He feels more than a bit of pride at seeing her smile return, little by little. ]
Of course I am ready. But what do you see me as, some sort of battle to be conquered? [ He chides her, but with enough self-awareness to know that this is exactly the same sort of shit he'd say. His smile is wide and warm now, and he cups her cheek in his palm, leaning down to press their lips together softly. ]