<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>When Abel felt Martine's booted foot connect with his shin, he couldn't stop the painful expression that bloomed on his face. Damn, that had hurt--Martine was so very wicked.<br/><br/>"Brutish behavior? Wait until I get you in front of my sword tomorrow, Sir. Hah, I will teach you some lesson..." Martine's eyes were bright with challenge, but he could see she obviously felt worried about kicking him. He tried to sooth her, though the slight edge to his voice definitely stated he did not like violence upon his person, "Ah, Martine, I was only teasing. I find you very pleasing as a lady," Abel said, shaking his leg some to help lessen the pain. That woman was rough, that was for sure. He liked her nonetheless, and he forgave the kick easily enough.<br/><br/>"I think, Sir Damian, you've raised quite the fine daughter. If a man were to turn her away, he would be a fool," Abel complimented honestly. The man would be a fool for letting Martine from his grasp--and for thinking that Martine might not come after him. Abel had a feeling she was the type to find retribution to those who did her wrong. He hoped he would never have to experience anything more than the kick.<br/><br/>He looked over to Martine, giving her an easy smile. It seemed like a simple smile of being content, but he hoped it would relay the message he had for Martine--that he truly did like her the way she was and thought she was the most amazing woman in the world. The fact that she had enraptured him so completely within a short few hours spoke in volumes of her character. Abel had been fancied by many ladies, but he had never fancied them. Martine was the first lady he had ever wanted within his reach.