Their mentor's 'sweet' smile remained perfectly in place as she turned back to Corde. Yatrel had done a wonderful comparison for her to build off of!
"Don't you also find dealing with known intentions simpler? Opponents' motives being clear does put things on a more fair footing."
"Elua…"
The brunette man tried to weakly protest again, though the hand gripping his thigh told him that whatever was happening… he wasn't allowed to stop.
"My apologies. Father seems to think the comparison is inappropriate, but I'm genuinely curious about your perspective on this, Lady Iralev. After all, both Voidlings and women with plans can be quite... persistent."
The swordswoman took a careful sip of her drink to buy time. The conversation had somehow shifted to a discussion about dealing with unwanted romantic attention… all while maintaining a veneer of academic interest in combat.