[Ardyn's own expression, so often etched with something akin to amusement or self-satisfaction, is now schooled with a sight more uncommon. A quiet sort of fondness, a genuine affection that he shares with Grell, brief as the moment is during their paused dance.
Regardless, he'll be the first one to comment; her lack of a quip in his direction can only be considered a good sign, and he's the sort of man to take advantage of the silence between them when he feels the moment is right. And so when he does speak, the usual confidence behind a vaguely wry grin returns.]
So, did I impress?
[And if the kiss had made him more self-conscious of their closeness now, he'll certainly not say.]
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Regardless, he'll be the first one to comment; her lack of a quip in his direction can only be considered a good sign, and he's the sort of man to take advantage of the silence between them when he feels the moment is right. And so when he does speak, the usual confidence behind a vaguely wry grin returns.]
So, did I impress?
[And if the kiss had made him more self-conscious of their closeness now, he'll certainly not say.]