"MY LADY-" came a muffled cry, deep beneath the foxfires. One hand emerged, then another, still clutching the remnants of the bouquet.
The horns of his helmet surfaced before the rest of his face did, so she had a brief window to enjoy some truly impressive eyebrow gymnastics.
Eventually, he freed his mouth, and spent a few seconds sputtering out foxfire fur before clearing his throat.
"O SHINING AND MAGNIFICENT QUEEN," he began, waving his arm in the air and nearly losing his perch on the top of the foxfire pile, "I COME BEFORE YOU NOW ON A QUEST."
Torgus wriggled a little higher.
"TO - er, pardon, excuse, oh, sorry puppy - ER, THAT IS, TO DETERMINE WHAT ABOUT YOU IS THE MOST CAPTIVATING. IS IT YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES THAT SHINE LIKE THE FIRE YOU HAVE SET IN ALL OUR HEARTS? IS IT YOUR...HAIR, THAT IS VERY PRETTY AND LONG AND ALSO A METAPHOR OF SOME KIND one moment - "
He shot one arm down around pants level and dug around enthusiastically before retrieving a scrap of paper.
"AH YES, THE SILKEN STRANDS OF YOUR HAIR, THAT EVEN NOW HOLD MY HEART PRISONER? OR IS IT - "
He squinted, as a foxfire had apparently seen fit to widdle on this part. "YOUR SKIN, WHICH IS...LOFT...AND YARN? LIKE...A FOWLER?"
Grimaxing, he tossed it aside, before adding somewhat self consciously, "Of course, you are also like super smart and all knowing and wise, and I would hate to belittle your
massive intellect by merely recounting your comely appearance."
He stopped, blinking briefly and then gave her his most
obnoxious 5-zillion megawatt grin.
"I have come to ask you, o leader in all things totally awesome, on a
date."
