[ He opens his mouth to respond, but then she comes out and says that, and rather than actual words, he tilts his head back and out comes the largest laugh he can remember having in a long time.

When he regains his composure again, or at least long enough that he can properly talk, he replies: ] Well, those of us who call Ishgard home are all too familiar with doing just that. You might even think that all of us were born on a snowy day, or in the midst of a snow-covered field.

[ He speaks in jest, naturally, but he cannot help but be amused by the notion. ]

Would it surprise you if I said that I have not? [ Of course, now he is more aware of those whom he passes on the street, as he should have been from the beginning. But that knife that slipped through the openings in his armor to hit its mark reminded him that not everyone who walked along Ishgard's streets had the best intentions. ]

I am aware, of course, that there are those with aspirations of going to bed with me, but I have never paid them very much attention. [ Simply put, he has never had the time or inclination for such dalliances or for those who sought to use his position, such as it is, to some supposed advantage. ]

And now, I have even less reason to do so, because you have quite thoroughly distracted me, Mistress Lantaa. [ He tries to keep a straight face but only manages it for a few seconds before a smile breaks out again in full. ]

Braids or no braids, or however your hair may look, I will always consider you the fairest of all. And Alphinaud is quite commanding, but when you are present, the competition for my attention is quite steep indeed.

[ They are not too far from the manor now, having made decent progress even though they continued to trade words back and forth along the way. ]

Once we are inside, what would you rather do? Warm ourselves by the fire, perhaps? Or shall I have a bath drawn for you?