"They do," Theon agrees, his features shifting slightly as he thinks through it. "You could go a lot faster than we did, I reckon." There's a brightness in his eyes and a curve to his mouth that suggests he'd like to find out just how fast he could go, and when he turns to her, it's with a little grin.
"I seem to recall you were good on the blades," he says. "Nimble, quick. Made Arya squawk a bit indignantly, I think."
He's measuring the next bit for only a moment. "Think you're still any good?" It's the slightest, warmest teasing, but suddenly this seems like the best possible use of their day.
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Date: 2019-12-28 06:38 am (UTC)"I seem to recall you were good on the blades," he says. "Nimble, quick. Made Arya squawk a bit indignantly, I think."
He's measuring the next bit for only a moment. "Think you're still any good?" It's the slightest, warmest teasing, but suddenly this seems like the best possible use of their day.