[ The touch of strong fingers shoving against the side of Howl's leg brings his overconfident train of thought to a screeching halt. He straightens up and looks down at her hand with wide eyes, before looking back to her — and is she blushing? No. That's impossible. That would surely be... too much. And yet? ]
...Apparently it's something of my business, if I am to believe my eyes?
[ For a small mercy, his tone of voice is somewhat softer, but he is being no less blunt. This centaur woman is completely confounding. And now that he's said what he'd lacked the courage to say earlier, he's presented with her strangeness, and the puzzle it seems to constitute.
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...Apparently it's something of my business, if I am to believe my eyes?
[ For a small mercy, his tone of voice is somewhat softer, but he is being no less blunt. This centaur woman is completely confounding. And now that he's said what he'd lacked the courage to say earlier, he's presented with her strangeness, and the puzzle it seems to constitute.
He frowns and leans down, peering at her. ]
What's your name?