[ That's adorable, and heartwarming. It reminds him that Lysithea is very much a willing participant in this romance; that Cyril isn't just a nuisance whose pursuits that she endures out of kindness. (He knows that would never be the case. Lysithea has always been very firm in her relationships—she doesn't have time to waste on false niceties—but there's some irrational, protective part of him that feels a small comfort in seeing it confirmed still.)
Of course, it's also hilarious that Lysithea apparently thinks men can be wooed by perfume. It sounds like something she might've read in a book on animal mating and pheromones. ]
A girl's hand? I'd be surprised. Our Cyril isn't wily enough.
[ Mirroring Hilda, he cocks his head to the side as he observes them openly, one hand to his chin. ]
But I've seen the way Cyril handles a bow. His touch is impeccable: delicate and precise. If nothing else, she'll appreciate his efficiency, wouldn't you say?
IT'S FINE i'm slow as molasses anyway cries
Of course, it's also hilarious that Lysithea apparently thinks men can be wooed by perfume. It sounds like something she might've read in a book on animal mating and pheromones. ]
A girl's hand? I'd be surprised. Our Cyril isn't wily enough.
[ Mirroring Hilda, he cocks his head to the side as he observes them openly, one hand to his chin. ]
But I've seen the way Cyril handles a bow. His touch is impeccable: delicate and precise. If nothing else, she'll appreciate his efficiency, wouldn't you say?