Hero blinks and hears sometthing. He hears sneezing and follows it to the clouds of dust. He fans away the dust. And looks to see who it was. "Hello Miss Isadora." he says. Biting his lower lip. "Look...I heard your engaged to some old fogey. Well to be honest I don't care."<br/>he looks at her. "I can't help that I genuinely really like you." he bows. "Forgive me if I have gone about the wrong way of showing it." he sighs. "I am not sure about coming to this ball thing of your cousins. As much as most men would find it flattering to be hit on by an underage teenager...I find it difficut to be myself." he says honestly.<br/><br/>"I am not able to loosely flirt with anyone and everyone. Despite my being a gypsy...I am not a total flirt." he smiles a grim smile. "So...as I have no one to go to this ball thing with. And no one to help me pick out clothing or to endure it with me...." he pauses and catches his breath. "I need you to tell you cousin. I politely decline to go to this gathering. It is not my thing. Besides..." he looks at her. "I know when my prescence is not truly wanted. That is all I needed to say." he looks away. "My caravan and I...we may move on early.  I can feel the tension I've caused you and your cousin." he walks over to her. Places a kiss upon her cheek and backs up. "I more than just simply like you...." he whispers and turns to walk away.<br/><br/>(he isn't leaving yet...lol just thought it make an interesting scene if he broke it down how he felt. You know?)