Chimera Fields if i believe you

Tru quirked a single brow as the woman showed that there was fire in both her coat and character. His head canted lightly as she barked at him, then it twitched over to the other direction when she deflated quite suddenly just before her grand finale. He tried not to smile - he really did. But, a smirk curled across his handsome features in spite of himself.

"No, no, don't do that," the DeMonte encouraged her, settling down onto his haunches like an intrigued spectator at a circus, awaiting entertainment, "Please, tell me more. I'm interested in hearing an outsider's perspective on my intentions." He had little doubt that this would only serve to annoy her more. Other men would have been wiser and offered an apology at this point. They may even have bowed out gracefully and went along their way. Trouvère was not other men; he could turn this around.