[Although he's sure by this point that he'd managed to succeed in negotiations, the tension doesn't leave him until she relaxes the bowstring, as if he had been the one pulled taut the whole time. He really could have died for a second there, and although he's used to routinely risking his life, this particular situation had been a knife's edge like few others he's experienced.
Still, as she leaps over the canal, he thinks perhaps she's less statuesque and more like a painting, beautiful and fluid in motion...
...Which is entirely ruined when she snatches the shirt from his hand and snaps at him. The scene is so bizarre, and perhaps he's a little elated from relief, that he actually laughs.]
You're a difficult person to please, aren't you? [Perhaps it's funny, too, that someone would treat him with such disgust when he's used to being an object to be admired and marketed in his career. Maybe centaurs have very different standards of attractiveness...? Regardless, he won't tease her any more than that, pulling the robes back on while she acquaints herself with his nasty man scent.]
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Still, as she leaps over the canal, he thinks perhaps she's less statuesque and more like a painting, beautiful and fluid in motion...
...Which is entirely ruined when she snatches the shirt from his hand and snaps at him. The scene is so bizarre, and perhaps he's a little elated from relief, that he actually laughs.]
You're a difficult person to please, aren't you? [Perhaps it's funny, too, that someone would treat him with such disgust when he's used to being an object to be admired and marketed in his career. Maybe centaurs have very different standards of attractiveness...? Regardless, he won't tease her any more than that, pulling the robes back on while she acquaints herself with his nasty man scent.]