Date: 2013-06-20 06:06 am (UTC)
magicalfisting: (☀; 063)
[She catches him completely off guard, of course. On and off, Fenris had been watching her. No, not watching. That phrasing made it seem as though he was spying on Hawke's younger sister, and he certainly hadn't been. He'd simply been keeping an eye on her, for his partner's sake. She is a beautiful woman among the dredges of high society. More eyes on the younger Hawke girl wouldn't be harmful.

Still, when she approaches him, he had been in a mostly stifled conversation with his overly flirtatious neighbor, a few decades his senior. The old woman had moved on a split second before Bethany's approach.

There's a pause before he nods in response. No smile, but he doesn't scowl, at least.

He's heard that scowls aren't particularly friendly.

Bethany. That was a name that should not be forgotten.]
Lady Bethany. I don't believe we have. [It takes him a moment to remember that nodding isn't the proper greeting. Stiffly, he bows and takes her hand, lips brushing over the knuckles.

It's just the tiniest bit awkward.]
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