From the very first? [Blink.] I had acne and the patchiest facial hair in the city and was, I'm told, insufferable at that age. Really?

[Percival you're still insufferable now. But he leans his head into her hand, before turning to kiss her palm, brushing his lips over the lines on her hand.]

Well, then. Vex'ahlia—I am yours, and so is whatever I have, little as that might be. [With a gentle little huff.] Suppose this is a good time to tell you I've been working on a bow for you, hm?