[He looks down the flat of the dagger at her, first--then raises it to salute with, a brief touch at his temple.]
At your invitation, Isabel.
[And he flourishes, then, elegant, and bows--sets the knife back where it was (nearly where it was, a little off, maybe, but not on purpose) and comes over to the food.]
Smells amazing. Can I have a kiss, first? As a blessing on the food?
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At your invitation, Isabel.
[And he flourishes, then, elegant, and bows--sets the knife back where it was (nearly where it was, a little off, maybe, but not on purpose) and comes over to the food.]
Smells amazing. Can I have a kiss, first? As a blessing on the food?