The Mistress of the Night awaited the gentleman's call and the man did not fail to impress her at all.
She watched him pull himself up and then bowed formally without any stall.
The way he conducted himself with grace was enough to make the act of sparing him—er, not immediately doubting his nature—worth it to hear any words from him at all.
"My name is Li Yang," he said and looked up at her face.
The lady quickly refused to meet his eyes, on the ground she averted her gaze.
How scandalous! This wretched mortal man tried to look upon her face.
It felt like he was both a ruffian and yet prince-like of nature, her heart was now out of place.
The man's actions were enough to make her shy, especially because she did not have visitors as of late.
Nary, the lady shook her head. She still needed to not let her guard down around this individual, in case he was someone filled with hate.
