2nd of Spring, 515 AV
Lorden watched with a smile, and a jump of his heart, as Asen leaned in to him, and interlocked her fingers. Petch, could she get any cuter?
"Anythin', eh? Well," -Lorden raised a mirth-filled eyebrow, at the mischievous look that framed itself on the blonde's face, as she spoke- "In that case, where were you born? Where were you raised, what were your parents like? An' you can ask me anythin' too, 'cause otherwise this date would get boring real fast."
"Is that all? I'll say, I expected something more-personal. But I guess it's good that we start slow, eh?" the knight said with a coy nod of his head, as he began to lean forward, much as Asen had done but a tick ago.
"I was born right here, though, my parents and my Patron, more or less split the job of raising me," the knight said almost routinely, as he mirrored Asen's posture coyly. The knight was smiling in a flirting manner, even still, a hint of of a sadness, that had become numb with time, could be seen in his soft, icy-grey eyes.
"As for my parents," -Lorden leaned over the table even more, and halted his face inches from Asen's, before borrowing his blue eyes into her own- "Well, my mother, she was sweet and kind, and the second most beautiful woman that I've ever met," Lorden allowed his top row of teeth to drop from behind his smiling lips, suggestively, as he spoke.
The knight had no intentions of starting slow.
"Ehm," Lorden's eye darted from Asen's sky-colored orbs in a bout of fear, as the waitress that had come back up to their table -with a drink in hand- cleared her throat.
The knight leaned back as casually as he could manage, as his heart pounded in his chest in its unnatural surprise. As he came to sit upright in his seat, Lorden moved his head away from Asen's own visage and began ruffling in his pant's pocket a bit clumsily. After a tick, Lorden pulled a small gemstone disc up from the side of the table, before turning his head to face the waitress, that stood patiently beside him.
"Thank ye' miss," the man said, as the woman sat his brown, bubbling, ale, on the table beside him, and took the money that he offered to her, from his lifted hand.
"Anyway... My father, well, he's still around, so there's no need to explain him, you can always meet em'," the knight had a thought, as he spoke, and for a moment he almost blushed.
"Only when you're ready though, of course," he said a bit stiffly, as reached for his ale.
Lorden stalled for a moment as he hefted his newly-delivered, wooden mug to his lips, and drowned a sip or two of his bitter chocolate-like drink. The wet ale, did quite a bit to quell the dryness of his embarrassed mouth.
"So what about you?" -Lorden cleared his moistened throat, as he sat his ale down- "Where did ye' grow up, what was it like, and who're yer' parents," the twenty-year old fired Asen's own questions back at her, albeit in a slightly rephrased manner. At his mention of his date's parents, a inquisitive notion threw itself into Lorden's mind.
"Ye' know, speaking of yer' parents. Do ye' think ye' can tell me what a Dhani really is? Fraid' I'm no too rightly sure," Lorden added, with a bit of a somewhat-skittish smirk. Hopefully, race wasn't a touchy subject for Asen.
