Ser Loras. [he bows.] Ser Loras Tyrell. [best to leave out anything that might mark him as not of this world, like his family's seat or his place on the kingsguard.]
I don't believe I've had the pleasure..?
[he notices her unpinning the cloak, and misinterprets it, holding out a hand.]
no subject
I don't believe I've had the pleasure..?
[he notices her unpinning the cloak, and misinterprets it, holding out a hand.]
Please, I'm warm enough in my armor.