[He smiles at her offer; shrinking violets rarely draw his attention, and she's never been particularly shy. She's never been very forward, either, but he can't say he dislikes it. At all.
So he takes her hand and sweeps her a bow, even though it makes his arm twinge and Shylah rumble.] I'd be honored.
[When he straightens, he offers her his good arm.]
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So he takes her hand and sweeps her a bow, even though it makes his arm twinge and Shylah rumble.] I'd be honored.
[When he straightens, he offers her his good arm.]