She was angry about that? About his joke? Maric gawked at her stupidly for a moment before recomposing himself.<br/>"Nimue, stop for a moment." He said lovingly, taking a firm hold of her hand and turning her to him. "I appreciate my squire for being silent because he is to listen to my instruction. You have no duty like that to take care of. You are your own person, and your chattery and talkative side is one of the many things that I love about you. In fact, I find it absolutely ambrosial. Do you know how many people bother to try and ask me the questions you do? Not a soul other than you. You treat me like I'm human. All anyone else wants is orders, or blessings, or some other duty."<br/>Maric paused to take a hold of her other hand, gently bringing the pair to his lips to kiss them tenderly.<br/>"I cannot bear to have you bitter with me. Please, let us talk this through at the very least. I wish for our relationship to work, and for that we need to be able to trust each other enough to talk about our problems. Can we do that?"<br/>The paladin meant every bit of his heartfelt plea. Whatever they had, it meant something to him, and he did not wish to lose it. Especially after what had happened in his last relationship. He realized that there were some boundaries that had to be broken, and was willing to do so to keep a hold of her.