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His expression didn't falter, but the fact she called the dress "really expensive" was a hint that she was not from a family that was financially well off. Nysa was certain if he went in to look at the price, it probably wouldn't have been that expensive.

"It is a fortunate thing that dreams rarely have price tags. Though it still is a pity that you never managed to get the dress. As I recall, the fashion industry has probably already carelessly tossed such a wonderful piece to the side, under the label of 'unfashionable.' It is ruthless to be fashionable." His mother worked in the industry as a model, so he did have a decent understanding of the ins and outs of her side of the industry.

Her mention of a lack of wearing dresses did cause him to lift a gloved hand to touch the bottom of his lip lightly, as if he was thinking. "It is a pity to hear this is the only dress you frequent. It complements your form quite well. I would think you would look quite lovely in other dresses too, Miss Vanadis." She hadn't been fishing for compliments, but he was never the sort to skimp on them either.

Nysa couldn't help but enjoy one of his guilty pleasures. A blushing young lady. Perhaps it was the slight hint of vulnerability that made it just so lovely to look at. The added little quirk of fussing with her hair was just an added bonus. At least Sailor Vanadis appreciated his compliments.

Keeping his own composure to his same standard level, he mentioned "I can see if I can find the dress for you if you so desire... I do have a pretty good memory for these sorts of things." Obviously the fact he remembered Miss Vanadis and their first time meeting could be seen as proof enough of such an assessment. "If I am able to locate the dress for you, I shall contact you. Okay, Miss Vanadis?"

The edge of his smile quirked up slightly at her logical question. He briefly closed his eyes before holding up his right hand, rolling his wrist in a manner that showed off his hand. Upon his ring finger was an elegant golden ring. With his eyes still closed and the composure of a public speaker, he replied "I will reply with my signet."

There was an odd confidence in his tone, and soon enough he opened his eyes and explained a bit further. "I merely need to write you a message then press my signet to it, and the message will go to you."

A chuckle escaped him before he confessed "I have honestly not had a reason to use it yet... so perhaps you will be the first."

He took his hand back for a moment, only to notice the girl's momentary pause at her own awkward phrasing. The Page could understand why it was awkward. Truly, going to school for Hillworth had truly taken away a lot of his innocence, if only by the fact he was constantly in the presence of the sorts who would purposely make indecent suggestions out of such an awkward phrase.

"Well, Miss Vanadis, I suppose it is time for me to bid you adieu. I need to continue with my patrol, and you need to continue surveying the surroundings." He winked at the girl, hinting that he knew the whole time that she had been falsifying what her actual intent was.

Once more, he extended his hand to the young lady, this time in departure.

"I will try my best, Miss Vanadis."

She once more shook her hands with his locked in hers quite fiercely, and Nysa couldn't help but chuckle. "It was indeed quite nice to once more make your acquaintance again." Though the girl seemed insistent upon shaking his hand, he briefly moved his hand in an insistent manner, lifting it to his mouth and giving the tiniest peck of a kiss upon her knuckle.

The kiss was ever so wobbly due to her energetic motion, and somewhat gave him a minor punch to his own face, but it just felt so improper to not depart in such a manner.

He eventually released her hand, backing away and offering a partial bow of his upper body before bounding off to the nearest building, clearly resuming his patrol.