[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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[color=goldenrod]"Hardly,"[/color] his glib reply came readily in the wake of her just. [color=goldenrod]"He and I have a good arrangement— he handles the long distances, I handle running into enemy lines. Works great for us both."[/color]

Beneath this veneer of flippantness, however, he didn't miss her giving him a similar once-over as he'd done moments ago, starting down at the soil-caked boots and quickly darting across the attire on his frame. Drab and shabby clothing. Understated, putting it mildly, and well-worn. Good for training, if nothing else, and casual enough for a farmboy— but knowing Dame Serenity...

[color=goldenrod]"If you'll have me, I'm all for it. I need to learn the city more thoroughly anyway."[/color]

Was she, always polishing and preening and ensuring she put her best foot forward, no matter the circumstance, really fine with it? With the way she was noting down all the run-down fabric, Gerard had his doubts. Not when this was a point on propriety she could hammer home, a teachable moment for the etiquette both knew he lacked. If it came to expectations, he definitely expected her to expect better.

...Still, though. 

It [i]was[/i] a nice night after a good victory.

[color=goldenrod][i]Cross the bridge when you come to it.[/i][/color]