Clint rises with a smile after his knighting. “Protecting you will be a honor, a duty I will do gladly.”
“No evil will pass by me, I promise that. Now is there anything you require, lady Summer?” He swears his hand on top of his heart and ends it with a devoted bow.
Her expression gets even more mischievous, but whatever it is she’s thinking, she doesn’t say. There are all kinds of absurd things she could ask for, after all. Instead she gives him a curtsey and asks, “will you dance with me, Sir knight?”
Clint holds out a hand wondering what else there is in your mind. He also thinks if something simple like a dance is all you are going to ask for. “But of course, my lady. Jarvis, can we have some music, please? Can I have this dance, Lady Summer?”
She puts her hand in his as Jarvis finds and plays an old waltz. It’s not quite the right time period, but that’s fine. Waltzes are easy, and the truth is that she’s not sure any of them know truly medieval dances — except maybe Jarvis, who has the internet at his nerve endings, literally. She rests her head against Clint’s shoulder, trying not to think about the fact that Tony may be in danger.