“So sure of yourself, for someone who stumbled into knighthood,” she murmured. “And how shall I reward you when you win?”
“Well if I don’t have even a for of faith, not matter how false it may be who will?” he asks, looking over at her before he smirks. “Any way you so choose my lady.”
Summer returned his smirk, standing up and shaking out her skirts. Lightly she put a hand under his chin and kissed him before skipping out of reach. “Let that be an inducement, then, Sir Knight.”