Though Fandral was not known for his brains, he knew when he was the root of laughter. Over the years, he had come to learn that not every maiden was fair, and would fall for his charm. It didn’t bother him as much as it could have, but still the feeling of being insulted was not pleasant. “I do not know if I could spare the time for a demonstration,” Fandral replied.
Forcing herself to stop laughing, she raised her hands, placating. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s not meant as an insult, only you took it so very seriously.”
Hmm, perhaps she did not mean to be cruel in her manner, so he decided that forgiveness was a good idea. “I rather do, but then again, how exactly were you to know such a thing before meeting me, hmm?” he smiled, weakly.
“Precisely my point. Truly, I’m sorry. Let me buy you a drink.”