<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/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"And such? You mean sinking down in the grass and hands sneaking under clothes? Or you mean walking to your room and losing our clothes? Or what do you mean with and such?" </span></span>said Martine accusingly, a small crowd gathering around the display. If it were physically possible to die of embarrassment, Abel was sure he would be in his family's crypts by now. However, when he felt her lips on his once more, the embarrassment crept away and he realized she had been teasing him. Now if he could have died of relief--well, it just seemed like Martine was going to drive him to an early grave.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“No, and not such either. Come on, let's have your walk. I have no desire to see my father already...”</span></span>Martine said, pulling him away from the crowd and into the night. He, of course, heard the man's comment and slumped some. He was not a dancing bear! Just a man who kept being surprised by a witty woman.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting relationship..."</span>he mumbled, still a bit embarrassed though he definitely did not seem upset by it.<br/><br/>Normally Abel was quite the calm and collected man, and truly Martine had seen more of Abel's playful and good side than anyone had in years--other than his family of course. He was usually very tight laced, but Martine seemed to bring the real him out despite it all. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not with that, but ultimately figured it wasn't a bad thing at all if he was only in such a state around her. She, after all, would be his wife and deserved to see the real him all the time---regardless if they were in public or not.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I'll have you know, I won't always dance!" </span>he said with a playful pout, giving a 'tch' noise, sticking his nose in the air in mock superiority. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and she was only staring at him with a cocky smirk, as if to ask him<span style="font-style: italic">"oh really now?"</span>He deflated his puffed chest, fixing her hand to his elbow as they walked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Hmm, so where would you like to walk first? I hear there are street performers somewhere around here..." </span>