She wanted to remark tartly about being a 'damned skilled lady', but he sounded so sincere in believing her, that she could only duck her head shyly. A pleasant soul? That much was true, she suppossed.
"You have not met my father, good sir." She teased tartly. "But then, the traits run strong in all the males, so knowing Eric is probably enough..."
She giggled shyly as he called her pretty and playfully tucked her head behind her wing for a moment, peeking over it like a fan.
"You are most noble and kind, Silver-Tongued Adonis... It is a rare male now a-days who fetches flowers, and a rare lady who does not long for them..."