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[color=aa0808]"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Gela."[/color]

The Knight didn't flinch or let his smile waver a degree. Far from fear, a light of... Perhaps challenge flickered behind his eyes. 'Reaper's Bride" wasn't as overwrought a name as some but it was certainly descriptive, and with it carried a reputation that Nicomede would have liked to test. Find out how much of it was reality and how much had been exaggerated in the telling. And of course, whether or not he could beat her. He was pretty sure he knew the answer.

And he saw the line of questioning in her eyes when he introduced himself, his mouth taking on a wry quirk at one side. It was a little odd to omit even the title he was owed, but he was out of practice. 'Nicomede' had been all that needed to be said for so long it was odd to try and introduce himself as 'Sir Nicomede'. At least having no surname at all made connections harder to draw. Any rumination was swiftly interrupted by another arrival, though, and his smile became genuinely wider.

[color=aa0808]"Gillian,"[/color] He greeted more warmly, taking the proferred wine glass and laughing at the younger Knight's remark. Almost against his will he puffed up a little to make himself seem even taller, pushing his chest out in an exaggerated pose. Gillian Reynauld was one of the Knights he had already had the chance to meet and get to know, at least a little. The younger man wasn't perfect but he had a decent heart. And with a few more years he would be a truly fearsome opponent, more so if he could ever be cajoled into learning a little more finesse. Strength was all well and good but only most dangerous when used intelligently in conjunction with a good plan. His arms had taken a little getting used to, Nicomede admitted. Not out of any prejudice, or disgust, or anything of the sort. They had just looked a little strange. And they threw off his estimate of where a man Gillian's size could reach in a fight which was actually much more exasperating than anything else. All of it had faded quickly, though, once he properly met the man. [color=aa0808]"[i]Always[/i] a clever strategy to offer drinks when you enter a conversation, young Sir Reynauld, you will always be made to feel more welcome when bearing gifts. [i]Especially[/i] in high society."

"I must despair, though,"[/color] The grin he flashed the younger man over his wine glass just before he took a sip removed any severity that his words might have had at all. [color=aa0808]"At your [i]clear[/i] irreverence for our poor trainees' wellbeing. They had been exercised more than enough before my shirtless visage terrified them. They weren't checking me out, Sir Reynauld, they were horrified. Further punishment had been [i]wholly[/i] unnecessary."

"You'll horrify Lady Gela with such pictures. Not to mention that the shirt was half off already, you [i]burned[/i] it!"[/color]