[The relief he feels at that assurance is indescriable. When words fail, he can only offer a grateful smile to the other man. He reaches for Joshua's hand, and once more chances a kiss to those knuckles, before turning toward the door.]
Shall we, then?
[Some fresh air is bound to do them both some good.]
[ Dion truly is a gentleman. An adorably flustered gentleman, but a gentleman nonetheless. Each and every gentle affection just adds one more tiny crack to the slow and steady foundation they're trying to establish. By the Founder, he's trying. They both are. ]
After you, Your Highness.
[ Joshua gives Dion's hand a firm little squeeze, and follows his lead. ]
no subject
Shall we, then?
[Some fresh air is bound to do them both some good.]
no subject
After you, Your Highness.
[ Joshua gives Dion's hand a firm little squeeze, and follows his lead. ]