"I'd need a big belt or three. And the sleeves rolled up. And a story about how I won it from a famous pirate. Then I might half pull it off." She bats at his hand flopping the lapel around, rocking on her heels but not pulling away.
"You can pay me back with a more open mind," she says, still a little dry, "I just want you to have nice things and look your best. You need some new clothes, why shouldn't they be a little finer? We can afford it."
Darras makes a quiet scoff, as he takes both lapels into hand now and tugs at her collar.
"I don't mind finer. I like finery. To a point. I don't see why we went so far in the other direction, is all. What's wrong with the clothes I had? Those're what I've been wearing since you've known me. These," he corrects, as he pulls at the lapels again, "are what I've been wearing. And you fell in love with me, as I recall, so they can't be that repellent. Big belt and stories and all."
"The problem is that you've been wearing them since I've known you," Yseult replies, taking her turn to straighten his lapel now, smoothing it into place with a palm, "And it shows. You hardly have any, with all the clothes you took to Deshaies lost or destroyed, and what's left has seen better days. I'm not trying to make you dress like a lord except now when you need to pretend to be one. Just like a man with enough money and a wife who cares to see he looks his best. You don't trust my taste?"
That's an easy get. Darras opposes Yseult in very few things, when all's said and done. In matters of taste, he considers his own taste to be good, for the company he keeps. Less cheap them some, showy in the way that matters. Yseult comes at taste from a different road, with different opinions and factors that must be considered. Better, among the company she can keep up with.
Darras puts his hands over hers, pressing them to his chest, to the soft lapels she'd taken the time to smooth out.
"Is that what I've got? A wife who cares to see I look my best? I do like the sound of that, I'll admit." He leans in to kiss the top of her head, with a grin. "S' a different way of showing I'm a man of money, is all. New tricks t' learn."
"Precisely," Yseult confirms, smiling now. "Just expanding your repertoire." She leans up to press a kiss to his jaw, and then tugs her hands away and steps back. "Now, hurry up and change back, we still need to pick up my gown before we leave. They'll deliver the other clothes when we get back."
He grabs for her wrist before she can pull away--but not too well before; she's gone too quickly for him to hold to. With a sigh, Darras shrugs off the coat.
"Yes, m'lady," he says, as he drapes it over a near-by chair, "anything you say, m'lady--"
But a careful eye might note that he's careful with it, more careful than he might be with his own things. Though of course this is his own thing, now. He glances at himself in the mirror a moment, trying to reconcile the images. A repertoire, is it. Well.
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Teasing, he flips the lapel over and back again. Heavy with the weight of the buttons, the fabric falls, limply, however he moves it.
"My thanks was for spending coin on this for me. Unless I'm meant to pay you back now?"
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"You can pay me back with a more open mind," she says, still a little dry, "I just want you to have nice things and look your best. You need some new clothes, why shouldn't they be a little finer? We can afford it."
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"I don't mind finer. I like finery. To a point. I don't see why we went so far in the other direction, is all. What's wrong with the clothes I had? Those're what I've been wearing since you've known me. These," he corrects, as he pulls at the lapels again, "are what I've been wearing. And you fell in love with me, as I recall, so they can't be that repellent. Big belt and stories and all."
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That's an easy get. Darras opposes Yseult in very few things, when all's said and done. In matters of taste, he considers his own taste to be good, for the company he keeps. Less cheap them some, showy in the way that matters. Yseult comes at taste from a different road, with different opinions and factors that must be considered. Better, among the company she can keep up with.
Darras puts his hands over hers, pressing them to his chest, to the soft lapels she'd taken the time to smooth out.
"Is that what I've got? A wife who cares to see I look my best? I do like the sound of that, I'll admit." He leans in to kiss the top of her head, with a grin. "S' a different way of showing I'm a man of money, is all. New tricks t' learn."
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"Yes, m'lady," he says, as he drapes it over a near-by chair, "anything you say, m'lady--"
But a careful eye might note that he's careful with it, more careful than he might be with his own things. Though of course this is his own thing, now. He glances at himself in the mirror a moment, trying to reconcile the images. A repertoire, is it. Well.