The worgen's shoulders slumped slightly at her outpouring. It was like being lectured as a boy. He could see her point, though his intent was to apologize, she had not seen it as such. Apparently, a dealing with a noblewoman had its own set of rules. So, he'd just have to learn. Straightening up, he strode over and stood before her again.<br/><br/>"I would very much like tae continue speakin' with yae, lass. I'm sorry faer upsettin' yae, an' faer my rather poor attempt at an apology. Would yae please come back an' talk some more? I wasnae layin' about enjoyin' yaer company. An' I'd like tae try an' learn some more about yae." And that was the truth. He had been enjoying speaking with her, because in-between the somewhat less than flattering comments, there had been genuine curiosity and at least some interest (and not just in getting him to fuck her, though he realized now that that was also something she was<i>very</i>interested in). And while he had spoken quite a lot about himself, he'd not gleaned a bit from her. Nothing of significant substance, at any rate. And he wanted to know more about her. And - truth be told - her advances had not gone unnoticed. His own (possibly misguided) sense of propriety was likely the only thing between where they stood now, and where they could have been, if he'd just taken her up on her flirting.<i>Some day, maybe I'll manage to get an interaction with a woman to go smoothly, instead of having tae fix my own dumbass mistakes...</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>