[Oh, good, he's actually going to get to the point. A hand settles itself on Edelgard's hip as her look neutralizes, listening intently to what he's saying. Even so it's...confusing, really. "Didn't come to the same realization he had"? Just what was he getting at here? He certainly can't be trying to say that he found out Claude was strange last night, considering how much he deals with the man on a day-to-day basis. Or maybe he's just trying to admit that he likes someone from the Black Eagles house; Edelgard has heard plenty of rumors about him seeking noblewomen to marry, but it doesn't make sense that he's trying to ask her about this--
And then he flushes, and Edelgard's wondering what that's about before he drops the meteor on her from above and...
...
Well, this is going in a direction Edelgard wasn't expecting this to, and not even she can stop herself from looking utterly godsdamned thrown by this. Edelgard certainly remembers the things she said last week, though she deemed the words unimportant, but...]
I...see.
[...Those words sound about as awkward as she looks right now, but--no. She won't allow herself to be thrown by this. Edelgard is the imperial princess, for the goddess's sake! She has a reputation to uphold, and she can only imagine that people are likely staring--she refuses to let this overwhelm her. Just as soon as the words are uttered, Edelgard's look goes back to something far more authorative.]
I appreciate your honesty. I understand that this must be an awkward subject to talk about, and knowing how to proceed even more so. I can't imagine how such a thing must feel.
[Literally! Because Edelgard hasn't looked at her wrist in years and she's certainly not going to do it now.]
Forgive my skepticism, but I would like to see where those words were written on you. Will you show them to me?
[One part of her is definitely skeptical due to the way he's interacted with women prior; this would be a new low even for Lorenz to try to lie about something like this to find a suitable wife. The other is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, because...honestly, he puts too much value in nobility and for once, that's a good thing; he'd know better than to try something like this with her, of all people.
Certainly this will work. Hubert has already seen what's written on her own arm, so there shouldn't be any trouble in seeing what's written on Lorenz's, right?]
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And then he flushes, and Edelgard's wondering what that's about before he drops the meteor on her from above and...
...
Well, this is going in a direction Edelgard wasn't expecting this to, and not even she can stop herself from looking utterly godsdamned thrown by this. Edelgard certainly remembers the things she said last week, though she deemed the words unimportant, but...]
I...see.
[...Those words sound about as awkward as she looks right now, but--no. She won't allow herself to be thrown by this. Edelgard is the imperial princess, for the goddess's sake! She has a reputation to uphold, and she can only imagine that people are likely staring--she refuses to let this overwhelm her. Just as soon as the words are uttered, Edelgard's look goes back to something far more authorative.]
I appreciate your honesty. I understand that this must be an awkward subject to talk about, and knowing how to proceed even more so. I can't imagine how such a thing must feel.
[Literally! Because Edelgard hasn't looked at her wrist in years and she's certainly not going to do it now.]
Forgive my skepticism, but I would like to see where those words were written on you. Will you show them to me?
[One part of her is definitely skeptical due to the way he's interacted with women prior; this would be a new low even for Lorenz to try to lie about something like this to find a suitable wife. The other is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, because...honestly, he puts too much value in nobility and for once, that's a good thing; he'd know better than to try something like this with her, of all people.
Certainly this will work. Hubert has already seen what's written on her own arm, so there shouldn't be any trouble in seeing what's written on Lorenz's, right?]