Firefly Glen Cry little sister, (thou shall not fall)

Alaric was no angel, and he was no prize. There was a imp that beat in is breast. And he had learned long ago to heed what others said. Though it was clear he had over stepped. So with a sway of his head. He dipped and lay the flower back at her paw and stepped back.

I meant no offense. I wouldn't dream of taking something not freely given. Would you like me to put it back in your wreath.

Though his voice was sober, there was still a light of mischievousness in his gaze, but he would do as offered return her flower if she wished. He didn't want to make her angry. At the very least he wanted her as a friend.

Though her foot stomp was rather adorable.