Ignoring the comment for the moment, he circled her in a manner that was not altogether lascivious, nor unlike a predatory stalk. "Well, well," he mused. "Of course, you do nothing by halves." She did seem the fastidious sort. It was amusing to him that the both times he'd seen her, a witch who gave the impression of utter poise to within an inch of her life, were at moments where she seemed just the opposite. Perhaps unfoundedly so, Axe believed this gave him a view of her character not many people happened upon. That was the sort of information he enjoyed possessing, as one never knew how it might be spun in their favor. Tonight, however, she was in her full possession of self, and regal with it.
"And this," he rattled the quiver strapped to his back and gestured with the bow, "is not only a bright but a brilliant idea." Stepping close to her side, he leaned into her ear and asked, "Anyone you want me to shoot for you, chère?" His smile was guileless, but for the hidden smirk which crinkled the skin around his eyes.
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