Amisi smiled up at Alain and leaned into his touch. "Th...Thank you sir." She bit her lip and looked him over a couple times. He was a handsome, gentle seeming man and she wanted him. Sure he wasn't some great scholar but he seemed genuine. She reached out and gently touched his arm. "You are too kind." She tried to hold her head high but she had been taught for quite some time that women were below men and thus should keep their eyes averted and their mouths shut unless addressed.<br/><br/>Moire stood and walked toward him with a very angry look on her face. "I am not now, nor will I ever be afraid of you. I will always hold this against you and your smug little way you feel you have to brag about your battles." She was very peeved with the way he thought of himself. She leaned down to stare him directly in the eyes. "My city treats us as equals, we are just as decorated for our feats in battle and the only thing that is different with our genders is that us women can also give birth to the next generation." She growled irritably.<br/><br/>Tiffany smiled over at Alain, and nodded at him. She still didn't feel the courage to move toward him but she wanted him to know that she didn't hold anything against him. She looked back up at the window and sighed contently.