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[@Raineh Daze]
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[color=598527]"Oh, you want to meet an Iron Rose knight, away from crowds?"[/color] Cecil flashed her a cheeky grin.[color=598527] "Sounds like you were hoping to get a private date with one."[/color] She'd tease the elf. A step to the left, to the right. A little bow, as Cecils hands held her elvish partner firmly, but gently guiding her steps as best she could. It was a good thing she had natural grace to her that made the effort much easier, and able to easily correct her mistakes.

[color=598527]"Your mom was an Iron Rose herself, wasn't she?"[/color] Cecil would casually inquire, hoping to perhaps glean a bit more of information about the older elf. [color=598527]"Honestly she's about as pretty as the paintings."[/color] Shale was remaining mostly quiet, though Cecil was pretty sure she was grumbling something about why always with the flirting.