Kiran was deeply- well, he didn't know<i>how</i>he felt about all this. Mostly confused, but also sorry for Fjorm, frustrated in himself, and... lustful, to an extent. "I- I'm sorry too. I was absorbed in the War, and I truly didn't catch any of your signals. Plus, even if I had caught your signals, I've always thought you were a bit out of my league. I won't blame you if you do decide to be with this... old-looking fellow. But I assure you, if you choose me-" He flipped his hood back, revealing his brilliant blue eyes and somewhat messy chestnut brown hair before continuing. "-I promise you won't regret it. I'd love to have a dinner with you, if you'd have me."<br/><br/>He hoped she was receptive to his advances, but decided to leave her with one last comment to think about. "Plus, if your Highness approves... when you catch a glimpse of my<i>Breidablik</i>, if you catch my drift, you certainly won't regret it." He stepped back, giving Fjorm some space in case she rejected him. And in case she drew her spear on him. He knew it was best not to anger her, in any situation. He found his eyes being drawn to the lower portion of her outfit, and quickly directed his gaze at her face after he noticed it.