Rosa and Tirarian approached Lucien, giving a curt nod and a tip of the hat.
"Well fought Mr. Le Croix, it is fun to spar with a skilled opponent," All to suddenly becoming aware of his careless grace and boasted rapier, he moved with the same sway his daughter did, always putting in enough effort to look dramatic, but not enough so he still floated here and there
Tirarian got a good look at this slave, although she noticed him as well toned before, the words didn't begin to describe him up close. His face was set in a masculine manner, and with the slightest hint of a beard. He was the peak example of a youthful and healthy man. "And to the victor the spoils, hmm." she nodded curtly towards this slave