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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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.