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Kurumi felt like someone had put a hot iron to her hand and she pulled it away suddenly after his lips had left. She didn't mean it offensively, not understanding these sorts of actions, but it had surprised her. No one had kissed her hand that way before, unless you were counting her brothers doing so whenever they played dragon slayer in the backyard and forced her to be the princess.
Kurumi looked down at her book and found her focus in the pages and reading about the different levels of a hippogriff’s cry. High pitch for excitement unless attached to a low snort at the beginning and end. Looking up through her bangs, Kurumi’s violet eyes examined Connor with a hint of confusion. Still, his smile make her cheeks flush and she could have sword she saw the tips of her hair beginning to turn a different shade from ebony.
“Oh really?!” she chirped a little loud for being inside as the clapped her hands together in front of her face. “I would really appreciate that. I find dragons to be fascinating creatures. I have grown rather interesting in reading about the Antipodean Opaleyepodean bread. They are native to New Zealand and are said to be the most beautiful of all dragons. What makes them unique is that they reside in valleys, which is unusual as dragons typically reside on mountains you know. Still, I find all dragons to be beautiful, even Norwegian Ridgebacks. They are terrible misunderstood if you ask me.”
Kurumi looked up at him nervously and covered her mouth with her hands. “S-S-Sorry, I do tend to get carried away...” Understatement of the year.
Connor smiled, he was not at all offended by her moving her hand away. He understood that perhaps she was not used to such attentions from a gentleman. He noticed her blush but didn't say a thing about it. He was sure a more worldly, sophistocated cad would be ruffling his own hair and teasing her about blusshing, but Connor just wasn't that way.
"Hippogriffs are interesting creatures. Have you ever really seen one?" he asked curiously. He had a scar on his upper left bicep from accidentally insulting a Hippogriff. He rubbed his scar through his shirt. That Hippogriff had been one right nasty piece of work. Nodding at her comments, he replied "Interestin' Creeters Dragons are. Turrible Misunderstood." He agreed "Don't worry my dear, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. And consider the book yours. I will owl it to you." He replied, not knowing they were going to be having dinner together tonight.