"You bit the instructor?" Damien asks, laughing aloud. The sound is warm and genuine, as though Lian's just told him the first joke he's ever heard. "Obviously, your instructor was not very good, then."
He had noted the way she moved and fought, the grace that lived in every single action she took. He'd never seen anyone move like that. Even Morgaine, with all her training, was not as...liquid as Lian seemed to be. Damien found his thoughts turning questions where else that grace might be applied...
"Very well. Come with me." he says, standing up and offering his hand to her. He will lead her out of a door on behind his chair, and into an underground garden in full bloom. There are roses, orchids and lilies among the hundreds of flowers there.
The sounds of orchestra music filter in from all around them as Damien leads her in time with the notes of the song.
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