Benedict is not, intellectually, ignorant to the fact that he is considered handsome. From behind, certainly, when it is impossible to tell if he is human or warriorborn, he knows he cuts a fine figure. Tall, broad-shouldered, and athletic, he is exactly what a young guardsman should be. And, according to the mostly-unbiased claims told him by his cousin, his face is not displeasing either. However, being what he is, most of the interest thrown his way tends to fizzle out quickly once he is discovered to be warriorborn, so quite early on he decided he would simply ignore any and all interest shown in him so that it would not sting so when it waned.
Ninon's interest does not seem like it is waning in the slightest.
Partially because he is so distracted, and partially because he cannot help but preen a little under the frank enjoyment in her eyes as she watches him, he takes his time undoing the buttons of his waistcoat, popping them out one by one and letting the heavy ethersilk brocade fall open, revealing the plain cotton of his shirt beneath.
"Have you spent much time considering the prospect?" he asks, amused, as he finishes with the final button of his waistcoat and reaches up to pull out his cravat instead of shrugging out of the waistcoat immediately. "Or have you been spying?"
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Date: 2018-12-12 11:04 pm (UTC)Ninon's interest does not seem like it is waning in the slightest.
Partially because he is so distracted, and partially because he cannot help but preen a little under the frank enjoyment in her eyes as she watches him, he takes his time undoing the buttons of his waistcoat, popping them out one by one and letting the heavy ethersilk brocade fall open, revealing the plain cotton of his shirt beneath.
"Have you spent much time considering the prospect?" he asks, amused, as he finishes with the final button of his waistcoat and reaches up to pull out his cravat instead of shrugging out of the waistcoat immediately. "Or have you been spying?"