If you told me that, I'd say... [ He knows he's caught. He walked right into her hands. ] that I don't argue with a lady.
[ Deflective, but not uncharacteristic of him.
And still, with the scant time spent here, listening to her share things with him that feel like gossamer sunlight cutting through thick grey, he thinks he knows why she hadn't let him answer the first question, instead saddling him with the second and third. Exhaling, he lifts her hand again, this time to press the flats of her knuckles to his lips. ]
I wouldn't regret you.
[ Lighter isn't familiar with the taste of defeat, but like this, he thinks he could get used to it. ]
no subject
[ Deflective, but not uncharacteristic of him.
And still, with the scant time spent here, listening to her share things with him that feel like gossamer sunlight cutting through thick grey, he thinks he knows why she hadn't let him answer the first question, instead saddling him with the second and third. Exhaling, he lifts her hand again, this time to press the flats of her knuckles to his lips. ]
I wouldn't regret you.
[ Lighter isn't familiar with the taste of defeat, but like this, he thinks he could get used to it. ]