His first impulse is to say so am I, but his good grasp of tactics overrides his bravado; he's just taken care to make it clear he wasn't trying to force his company on her, it wouldn't do to push after that. He's the spirit of a mature, honorable officer in the body of an impetuous, still rather young man, and this skirmish goes to the former.
This one.
"Thank you, Irene," he says as the hostess leads them into the dining room, and it's not at all triumphant--it's earnest, honest. He's pleased with the result, but this wasn't a prize to be won, not some conquest.
They reach the table. "Please, may I?" He moves to pull out a chair for her, smiling.
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His first impulse is to say so am I, but his good grasp of tactics overrides his bravado; he's just taken care to make it clear he wasn't trying to force his company on her, it wouldn't do to push after that. He's the spirit of a mature, honorable officer in the body of an impetuous, still rather young man, and this skirmish goes to the former.
This one.
"Thank you, Irene," he says as the hostess leads them into the dining room, and it's not at all triumphant--it's earnest, honest. He's pleased with the result, but this wasn't a prize to be won, not some conquest.
They reach the table. "Please, may I?" He moves to pull out a chair for her, smiling.