"It's been a while since a lady showed such faith in me," he delcared, all exaggerated mannerisms. "I'd hate to disappoint it." If this was a training exercise, and none of it was real, then none of it would count, right? Nash's weapons were a set of twin blades, but he only drew one. That was more appropriate to the romantical setting, he decided. The knight, fighting a dragon, with a whole set full of fake flowers and crumbly old walls behind them. He spun the sword around once before getting to work— Emma was right, it was much easier than it should have been.

"This could be a scene from Scarlet Moon court poetry," he added, more sarcastically, "if only the dragon weren't wearing that dress."