Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

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He enjoys the look of her mismatched irises, so unique. Like a battle of fire and ice. Intently so, he looks into them, catching her eyes his smile never falters. Really it only seems to grow as she answers him. The unmistakable title flits through his ears; he hasn’t been called that in a long, long time. Or really just a few months now. Had to keep up appearances when his father was around, though he himself doesn’t really care if they call him lord. Damn did his father do though. He’d beat someone's ads if they didn’t address him properly. He’s a bit more lax than he is though, if it isn’t obvious enough.

“Always.” He answers back to her question. Then his smile becomes devilish when he meets her gaze. “Perhaps I can tire you out with a spar, darling.” He offers with a wink. He would love to tire her out another way as well but he’s sure she’d deny him in a heartbeat.