Spars and Scars

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at bit at Aoife's commentary. Ah, so you think I've just been sitting pretty all this time? Boring meeting to boring meeting and never taking time to keep up my skills? He smirked a bit. Maybe he should have played up the lazy lord so he could have surprised her. But no, that wasn't as fun as the back and forth teasing.

Despite the flush over his cheeks, her reaction kept him smirking at her expense. Part of him liked to think if he'd known she was this easy to fluster, he might have done it sooner. But he knew better. Knew that he'd have always buried his interest in her for the better. For the good of them both, really. And yet so many regrets stemmed from it. So many what-ifs and things he could have done different.

Get me back? he asked, though didn't pause or glance at her. Instead, he was eyeing their path and considering his options on the food front. My lady, I still insist I've done nothing to warrant such a response. He damn well had. He knew it. He wanted to see how far he could push it.

Finally, Sebastian spotted a servant and whispered something to them before falling back in step with Aoife. The servant would reappear a short time later with an apple. He thanked them, taking a bite and eventually glancing over at his company. Sebastian offered a bit of a smile, waving the bitten into apple at her. Does this suffice for a meal in your eyes? Not that he'd do anything different. Especially not right before a training session with her. A grin lingered on his lips until he'd taken another bite of the apple.