[He looks thoughtful for a moment, considering that, then reaches up and curls his hand around hers at his chest, using it to tug her in a bit so he can wind the other arm around her back, leaning in to dip her playfully. There's chalk on his fingers.]
My lady. [He adopts that same mildly formal tone she likes as he speaks.] Are you telling me you're into... artsy royals?
[Are there now benefits to his recluse lifestyle of being tucked away in his room with like .5 friends and a sketchbook?]
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My lady. [He adopts that same mildly formal tone she likes as he speaks.] Are you telling me you're into... artsy royals?
[Are there now benefits to his recluse lifestyle of being tucked away in his room with like .5 friends and a sketchbook?]