His hand is warm, the skin almost humming with that same magic, a sensation that could just as easily attract as it could confuse and repel, depending on one's opinion of such things. A beat passes as he seems almost at a loss as to what to do next before rusty social skills clatter into gear.
He does indeed kiss her hand, a light touch of lips to knuckles, as though he'd learnt the proper way to do such things a long time ago. And as he does so a whole list of emotions and thoughts whirl in his head--anything from 'I've always wanted to do that' to 'Bruno, you idiot, what do you even think you're playing at?' and everything in-between. He looks up at her, large, dark green eyes meeting hers. He feels strangely giddy.
All this happens in the space of a couple beats before he gently releases her hand, his whole mien going bashful again. He rubs the back of his neck with his other hand.
"No, no, I'm okay. 'M' not as fragile as I look," he jokes, knowing full well he looks as though a stiff breeze would snap him in half. "So, uh... what brings you to visit our little village?"
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He does indeed kiss her hand, a light touch of lips to knuckles, as though he'd learnt the proper way to do such things a long time ago. And as he does so a whole list of emotions and thoughts whirl in his head--anything from 'I've always wanted to do that' to 'Bruno, you idiot, what do you even think you're playing at?' and everything in-between. He looks up at her, large, dark green eyes meeting hers. He feels strangely giddy.
All this happens in the space of a couple beats before he gently releases her hand, his whole mien going bashful again. He rubs the back of his neck with his other hand.
"No, no, I'm okay. 'M' not as fragile as I look," he jokes, knowing full well he looks as though a stiff breeze would snap him in half. "So, uh... what brings you to visit our little village?"