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[color=gray]	"[color=a0410d]Kieran--[/color]" Then he stops. He exhales through his teeth, he attempts to re-situate himself. "[color=a0410d]Lord Kieran Edwards, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mayet.[/color]"

	He [i]hates[/i] when Priscilla expects him to speak up because it always goes about as well as one can expect, he's no socialite, he's never [i]been[/i] a socialite. There were times, of course, where was capable of eloquence but he was usually content to keep his mouth shut. Priscilla was better spoken, she wasn't as prone to overthinking. He was better at being a wall ornament at this point in his life, looking pretty and idling about like he cared about what was going on. 

	It didn't help that Mayet seemed [i]sharp[/i], someone who didn't miss many details. There were [i]many[/i] details that he could do with someone missing when they looked at him.

	He tried to straighten out his posture before she addressed him directly, do [i]something[/i] to prove that he was nobility and not just some battle-scarred fool accompanying a band of nobles. Although, he often felt as he was just that. [i]Semantics[/i]. He was taken aback by her comment but it didn't immediately register in his face, so, he pulled himself together to incline his head to her. 

	He even managed to make himself sound [i]charming[/i], imagine that. "[color=a0410d]It would take a fool not to notice the lady accompanying the tiger,[/color]" he responded smoothly, "[color=a0410d]You're very beautiful yourself, however, it's not so polite to murmur that from a distance, I'd much rather tell you in person.[/color]"

	He [i]did[/i] mean it. He wasn't blind yet, by any means.

	He didn't have long to think about the ways in which he'd probably misspoken because very soon after he'd finished speaking, Lady Harlow was in pursuit of his sister. This annoyed him, or [i]Lady Harlow[/i] annoyed him. He bristled despite himself, "[color=a0410d]You really have a [i]way[/i] with showing up when you're least wanted, Lady Harlow.[/color]" He heard himself saying it before he could really stop himself. 

	He'd never had much luck with keeping his mouth shut when he was annoyed, a polar opposite to the mild-mannered way he spoke when he felt he was on the spot. "[color=a0410d]If my sister had [i]time[/i] to stumble about spilling her breakfast on every high society hack at this park then-[/color]"

	Luckily, he didn't [i]have[/i] to continue because Mayet had spoken up herself to Priscilla's defense. His brows raised consideringly as she threatened Lady Harlow and he [i]just[/i] managed to bite back a laugh. Mayet had very quickly become someone he liked with [i]that[/i] response. 

	"[color=a0410d]Seems smart to listen to her, Lady Harlow. She doesn't strike me as a lady to hurl false accusations about.[/color]" This was both a compliment to Mayet and playful burn to Lady Harlow. The barely disguised mirth in his eye was a dead giveaway for how he felt this had gone, as was the sliver of a smile that had touched his lips. If there was nothing more that Kieran loved than [i]avoiding[/i] other nobles, it was making a [i]fool[/i] of other nobles. 

	[i]Sue him[/i], sometimes it was funny to see the utter bafflement in their faces.

	It was around this time that he realized Crystal was orchestrating a retreat and he still... had his hands full with waffles. [i]Fuck[/i]. "[color=a0410d]I should probably bring these to Crystal, shouldn't I?[/color]"
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