“Don’t you think that’s a little taxing on my brain—to remember those huge titles?” the purple-haired woman acquiesces, canting her head to the left and letting thick tresses caress the side of her head, folding her arms and placing her right hand on her chin. “Well, General~” she enunciates with a purr, walking lithe fingers down her throat. “Just be happy I remembered bits and pieces of it—I meet tons of people a day, thousands even~ I’d say you’re quite special~!”
Though she ends up frowning at that last claim and squints her eyes. “I remember you telling me about directions and whatnot, but pfffft, I just went home after that~ So I really didn’t go anywhere! This place. It’s. Confusing.” That last word comes out like it leaves a sour taste on her tongue and she instantly abhors it. Placing a hand on her waist, she goes back to smirking, long and hard. “I am capable of finding places by myself, being by myself—it’s all pie to me, Briii~gaaa~diiier but I’m not adverse to company~ Do I look like a stone wall to you~ Noooo, I’m an ENFP that likes competent people, extraverted intuition with introverted feeling, and if I haven’t tried to lop your pretty little head off that tells you something, riiiiiight~?”
Cracking a slightly twisted smile, she looks at him throughout the bottom of striking, electric green eyes and snorts. “Though I do think I deserve an apology~!”
He simply smiled and nodded initially, taking a moment to let his silver-blue hues absorb the image of her flowing purple mane, letting it’s natural beauty intrigue and fascinate him briefly before returning his focus to her eyes.
“Well I am grateful to have made even the slightest impression on such an important and beautiful young woman then.” he said, bowing to take her hand and kiss the back of it as he had done in the past.
Her admission to not complying with his suggestion of an entertaining evening in Nautilus surprised him slightly.
“Nautilus didn’t entice you at all? Well then I’m afraid we may not have anything to offer that might capture your interest.” he said, keeping a friendly smile but scratching his neck in embarassment as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his chiseled jaw.
She smirked and told him of how she spent her time, both alone and with company, but she didn’t make it particularly easy for him to infer which environment she enjoyed more.
“It sounds as if you are usually alone in your travels then? Yet you allow those worthy enough to hold such exquisite company to join you occasionally.” he spoke his assessment aloud. His words were flattering but only because as an important figure in this region he constantly found himself telling people what they wanted to hear and lifting their moods. Personally he found her company rather unpleasant. Her arrogant attitude and inappropriate nature created an air that left a poor taste in his mouth while her unusual manner of talking gave him the urge to rub his temples in frustration as he continued to decipher her meanings.
He would not have risen to this rank in a political environment if he was incapable of convincing disgusting people that they held his respect and adoration however and he wore a warm expression that reflected this.
“ENFP? I don’t believe I am familiar with this term.” he said, folding his arms and brow furrowing as he attempted to recall it’s meaning. “And you would take my head if otherwise? Well I must be sure to stay in your good graces mustn’t I?” he let a deep, heart-warming chuckle escape his lips as he wore a larger smile. Her comfortable approach to violence made her seem more strange than threatening to the man, depending on how much truth lay in her words she either just a very odd but harmless girl or a psychotic criminal.
He gave a bow of acceptance at her demand for an apology. Her twisted, almost reptilian expression here just irked him further. Her use of the word “deserve” also increased his disgust for having to bow to one such as her, although his expression remained steadfast in it’s polite, friendly nature. This bow was not a sign of his inferiority to her, although he felt sure that notion would give her pleasure, and meant nothing to him, just another showing of his excellent manners.
He wore a more serious expression as he slowly dropped to one knee, his lack of care about staining his uniform upon the ground intended to strengthen the sincerity of the act as he bowed his head, one hand on his knee the other crossing his chest horizontally in salute.
“Well then please accept my deepest apology, it was foolish of me to make assumptions about your desires and I sincerely regret my abandonment of you and my failure to improve your evening in the slightest, it was a show of terribly poor manners on my part.”