You are still quite the handful yourself, Ser! [ Her face scrunches up in a playful manner. ] Who else would think to confront the Archbishop himself on the matter of the history of his country? You may have learned to funnel it, but I am hardly surprised you would be more so when you were younger.

[ A shake of her head. She does not need him to be exciting or dangerous. Her life is filled with such things already. No... what she may need most is a firm and solid foundation; unwavering and unmoving, made of stone. Perhaps it is a good thing Isghard is made of such qualities, and her Lord Commander as well. ]

I will need to remember this when I see the wondrous Manor Borel.

[ She would say he is far from a disappointment in any means. His countrymen may say otherwise and his father might of, but she can see the value as clear as Lucia can. His notion is met with a wide smile and tight embrace. Her lips meet his again and she leans against him fully. Her fingers move from his hair to rest around his shoulders. That in itself is no small mater as his armor is quite large and sharp. Thankfully she merely wears robes--several layers of fabrics that is. One must keep warm in Isghard somehow. ]