"L-Lord Ryouma!" Excitement shone within honeyed hues as the samurai spoke, creamy cheeks tinged red in slight embarrassment as one hand nervously strummed calloused digits against the hilt of her katana. "Would like to maybe, ah... s-spar with me?"
❝ Hmm? ❞His gaze flickered towards her in consideration, a smile twisting at his lips. It never did hurt to spar (even the peerless required refinement, a lesson he had always taken to heart). ❝ Of course. Right now, I’m assuming? ❞There lay nothing within his manner that bespoke of being inconvenienced, in fact, there seemed to be a sort of latent happiness at the inquiry.