Nova Peak Self-made confession

Kieran chuckled at her words. There were a lot of things, the scarred irishman would change about himself if he could. Kieran didn't really know what to do as she continued to touch him, not that he minded. He'd nudge her back or lick her cheek, whatever he thought she needed at the time. But as promised he kept polite. One thing that he could say was that he was a gentleman at the very least. An honest gentleman what a way to be. He smirked softly, at the thought laughing at himself.

Kieran wasn't worried about her brother, he had been a brother himself, so he could see where Scimitar would be coming from. He listened to her, his ears perked forward. Listening to every word and trying to assimilate himself with her wants and wishes. One thing he would make sure of, was that he did his best by her. She would be a happy woman no matter what, he had to give to make sure it was so. He had failed badly with his first love, he wouldn't fail with this one. Oi 'ill blathe ter Scimitar for yer. An' I'll gladly git their blessin' for yer Kaskara, even if oi 'av ter earn it somehow. He wasn't quite sure how he could earn it, but he'd do his best.