The silence between them as they ate was not uncomfortable, but Sir Red suddenly realized that she might be feeling the same way that he did. That is to say, a warrior in a social setting such as this was not so adept as a true courtier or diplomat might be. Of course, that was what attracted him to her. Red had no use for the young, soft maidens that most other men preferred. He rather more appreciated a seasoned combat veteran, a true warrior woman that was every inch his equal.
And he had found that in Lady Cataryna. After another glass of wine, he decided to cut through the pretenses. They were not at some gala ball, there was no need for politick at this table. "I rather fancy you, Cataryna," he admitted suddenly, like many men before him experiencing a little difficulty in expressing his emotions. "Would you... care to dance with me?" Truly they wore the wrong attire for such a thing, but the knight moved better in his plate-and-mail than he did in silk anyways.
