“Eheheheh… You are too kind.” At the very least seeming to find some manner of distraction when the dashing spearman commented upon her comely image and feeling her cheeks warm again because of that, with the limit on the experience which Miss Sung had when it came to matters of attraction and especially so when it had to do with boys she could only flutter her lashes and squirm a little at such flattery, and feel her gaze needing to escape that face and the ruby red eyes which came with it all too quickly.
Ours could use someone like you…”
Not that it seemed that Connor would be so uncouth as to press the modest maiden on the issue and instead showing a little note of sympathy as he seemed to steer the conversation toward another subject, with a heavy breath and a shrug the lofty figure who had leapt to her defence seemed to tilt the conversation toward another matter which our lady lead had little experience, but perhaps a little more confidence in addressing as well, perhaps?