A Veranda at the Sea Lord's Palace

[The Smith]

Sergyo chuckled, "I will not argue this point, if you did not think yourself more capable then I, I would not care for you." He did not look at her, his eyes never leaving the candle.

[Tristy]

Lady Swann smiled quietly to herself, though she watched his eyes the whole time, "If the two were congruent in proprtion, I would be your favorite person ever," she remarked jokingly.

[The Smith]

"If that is true, then you have a poor understanding of your place in the world." Sergyo replied, "I can think of several entities whose bite would annoy worse then yours."

[Tristy]

"Perhaps financially, or on some other grander scale, but you know that on a personal level, I have a better understanding of your buttons and switches than any other living person, and am more willing to push them with enthusiasm," she smiled, "though certainly, that understanding is mutual, and the synchronous anger that would cause us both is enough to dissuade either of us, I think."

[The Smith]

Delinal looked up at her and nodded, "I will not argue the point. Even though I would rather face you sort of flames, the those cast from the mouth of a dragon."

[Tristy]

"I doubt you will see much of the latter in your lifetime--only knights in shining armour are meant to face dragons--certainly not the sort of aging pile of angry bones you're becoming," she winked, fully aware that he would not see the humor.

[The Smith]

"I will not be facing Dragons, nor will I be riding dragons." Sergyo replied, "But I would rather ride then face the beasts." He reached out and pinched out the flame on the candle.

[Tristy]

"Was it melting your cold little heart, oh great Sea Lord?" Serafina snorted as she observed him uncerimoniously snuff the little candle.

[The Smith]

"Only you could ever be that bright or hot, my dear." Sergyo said absently.

[Tristy]

"But it certainly is cold here without it," she remarked bemusedly, running her fingers across their opposite arms in a defense against the evening sea-breeze.

[The Smith]

He removes his cloak and offers it to her, "I know you are strong enough to weather this chill weather. But if you wish I can it relight."

[Tristy]

"No," she sighed, as she stood, "I have had my fill of dining tonight--I think I will find some covers to wrap myself in--the ones in your chambers are best. I will be there when you are finished being thougtful for tonight." she winked, and excused herself.

[The Smith]

The Sea Lord waited til the door shut behind her before standing. He lifted a bottle of wine from the side table and walked out of the Veranda into the palace.