[ Small hum, and he drifts away when Moran finds a weapon. His own fan, mended thanks to Moran's request, is tucked into the odd fluffy sleeve, but he will not attempt to draw it yet, instead focusing on what his little messengers tell him.
With the words ringing over the small crowd, he places one hand over his heart. ]
My lord will defend us, if it comes to that? I will certainly come with.
[ And he steps in Moran's direction without hesitation, giving one of the ladies a charming smile and offering a hand to help her along. He's supposed to be a seducer, after all. ]
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With the words ringing over the small crowd, he places one hand over his heart. ]
My lord will defend us, if it comes to that? I will certainly come with.
[ And he steps in Moran's direction without hesitation, giving one of the ladies a charming smile and offering a hand to help her along. He's supposed to be a seducer, after all. ]