Maybe he was right, that there would come a day when he didn't ask anymore. Perhaps even the possibility that she would come to regret it, but she doubts that. She doesn't answer him, but it does elicit a laugh, which should serve as an answer of its own. Navia knows she can't possibly reject him forever, especially not because she wants to, but because she wants it to feel right when she finally accepts.
His next proposal comes as a surprise, enough for her to raise her head just enough to look up at him, a mix of skepticism and disbelief. "Hm…" she frowns, settling back in against his shoulder. "Feels like cheating," To be given something so easily that she feels should be earned. If they were going by the traditional rules of Fontainian courtship, then it'd be similar to a business transaction, because that's what it technically was. With no love or tolerance for something so horribly outdated, though, surely his suggestion was the better option.
On the other hand, this still felt far too simple. Too easy, so much so that it made her feel uneasy. "I simply want to know…you." A simple statement she's said a lot, carrying more weight each time. Reluctantly, she relents. "I'll play your game, but I'm not going to do it your way. Whatever I ask you, I'll answer, too." As easy as it would be to take advantage of the situation, she doesn't.
"So, my first question." A hand idly reaches up, rising to search for his own that rests on the back of the couch. "What's it like where you come from? Tell me about your home." Home could be many things, after all, so she takes care in her wording. A person, a thought, ultimately she'd specified a place. One could stand to glean a lot about a person by simple things like these.
"I think you'd like Fontaine," she starts. A thoughtful hum follows as their hands finally meet and intertwine. "It's a beautiful country, covered largely in ocean but full of scenic views. I grew up running along untreaded paths far into the mountains. But I loved the city, too. The smell of sea salt and fresh air...it's simply something that you can only ever experience for yourself." Even describing it makes her feel a little homesick. "The people, too, are so kind and hardworking." That's a good way to end off, she thinks. Now, she falls silent, waiting for his answer.
