[Dion's expression softens along with the set of his shoulders. His eyes drop from Ifrit's face and he wrestles with the contrasting mix of emotion. He'd more than half-expected he would not approve- and a part of him certainly feels he shouldn't.
But matters are too delicate now to attempt an argument. Yet still it is difficult to simply accept. His weight shifts, discomfited]
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But matters are too delicate now to attempt an argument. Yet still it is difficult to simply accept. His weight shifts, discomfited]
..Has he told you why he is courting me?