[He grimaces lightly, trying to loosen the starched collar of his shirt a bit, and saunters over to take a seat beside her. If feels good to breathe some cool night air; by the old Gods, he hates stuffy rooms and not being able to see the sky all evening. It is much more comfortable to be able to feel the wind, fluctuating softly around him like a living thing.]

My grandfather was trying to give me advice on 'wooing the young girl like a real man'. I had to get away before my brain started trickling out of my ears. [He laughs a bit awkwardly.] Remind me to learn how to fold them down like an espurr for the next time.