A florist. You're rather bold for a florist. Well, since we're exchanging occupations, then I can only return the gesture, Aerith. I'm the administrator of a prison back home. [He doesn't mention that said prison is also, by technicality, the final defense in keeping back the primordial sea that means to drown his nation. Unnecessary detail to bring up.

He palms himself through his pants. In all honesty, he isn't prepared at all for this sudden rendezvous. He didn't exactly come knocking expecting for any action.

Wriothesley keeps his voice surprisingly even.] I guess I should mention I was also awarded title of Duke, but I wouldn't think of it. I'm no Duke here.

[He chews at his bottom lip before speaking again.] You really know how to flatter a guy, you know. You'll make me blush a little if you keep that up. [She can hear the faint rustle of fabric.]