"You'd be unable to," he said, amused. "You'd get to the point where you'd have to cut off my head, and you wouldn't be able to do it."
She squinted at him. "Try me, Curnow. I may like you alive, but beheading someone is something I may or may not be unfamiliar with."
He unsheathed his sword and passed it to her. "Do it," he said, kneeling down with a mischevious glint in his eye. "I dare you."
"Right, but asking me to kill you is probably not the best way to go. In fact, I'd be terribly sad if I did end up killing you."
"Exactly," he said with a small smirk. "And I know that. Which is why I was so certain you wouldn't kill me."
"Hmph." She crossed her arms. "I admire your bravery, but what if I had taken a swing? What then, hmm?"
She sighed, watching the water thoughtfully. "You wouldn't have, like, tried to block it with your arms?"
"More important than your head?" she asked, sitting down cross-legged. "I don't know about that. Also considering the fact that you've got a nice face, and that's not as common as a normal face." (Too forward, Avice?)
"What? Of course not," he said, shaking his head at her. "Me and my nice face are completely untouched."
"Oh, ok," she said. He would probably be able to tell she didn't believe him. "Are you excited for Quilien?"
"Dancing is fun. You're just not open to it," she decided, nodding her head as she agreed with herself.
