<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/taffy_zps57e7cea2.jpg)</div>Name: Tessa Holland<br/>Time: Day 1 Morning<br/>Location: Ecchi Island Reception Center<br/>Tagging: Aoi, Open<br/>Notes: What's in a Name?<br/><hr/><br/>Tessa smiled and even blushed a little as Aoi took her hand and kissed it. "Well, that's definitely the hallmark of a gentleman. It is an honor to make your acquaintance. And a prince no less."  Thought the smile remained and had not diminished in sincerity, she shifted in tone a bit, as if the conversation had entered more serious territory. She leaned in, gently, closing the distance between them, using their necklaces and the procedure for exchanging contact numbers as an excuse, but in reality it was more (though not entirely) so that she could speak and not be heard by anyone but Aoi.<br/><br/>"Tell me," she noted softly, "because as of late the issue's crossed my mind, and I'd definitely like a professional opinion." She stroked her hair, flirtatiously and yet at the same time thoughtfully, musing and rolling her next words in her lips and throat, her eyes locking on the deep blue green pools of his own. "What does a title mean? Does it make a man, or does the man make the title? Does it truly set you apart, or is it just decoration, like a hat you can put on when you wish to impress people. How much of you is Prince and how much of you is Aoi, and given the choice of one, which would you rather be and why would you choose that?"<br/><br/>Tessa tilted her head slightly, almost like a dog in expectation of its next command, never taking her eyes off the gentle and refined man in front of her.