He kept his approach slow and patient, minding the ambivalence clear in her expression and her body language, smiling calmly... although at her half-truth about the glove, he raised his eyebrows and smiled a little too much for the demands of restrained, courtly decorum. Of course, it wasn't impossible to lose a glove in a storm, by any means, but considering the apparent relationship between her gloves and the containment of her powers, he had his suspicions. Particularly given her wardrobe change, including the notably absent crown. Even so, he didn't seem to be judging her on it--at least, not seriously. If anything, really, he found her sort of sheepish explanation about the glove somehow endearing and a bit amusing.
He glanced down just a moment, composing himself, before he continued.
"...mm, well. I am.. flattered, and gratified, Lady Elsa, by your trust. ...but clearly, not everything you touch is frozen or changed."
He made that statement with a warm smile and an air of absolute confidence, as he reached gently to take her hand in his. He was ready, of course, to call up his own aura of heat, just in case it was needed; but he had a strong hunch, knowing his own powers, and having observed the behavior of hers, that her expectations were a major factor. After all, having seen what she was capable of, he couldn't very well believe that a pair of gloves were really all it took to hold her powers at bay, especially given Arendelle's wariness of magic. More likely they were a cognitive aid; something that helped because she believed it did.
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Date: 2015-12-25 09:53 pm (UTC)From:He glanced down just a moment, composing himself, before he continued.
"...mm, well. I am.. flattered, and gratified, Lady Elsa, by your trust. ...but clearly, not everything you touch is frozen or changed."
He made that statement with a warm smile and an air of absolute confidence, as he reached gently to take her hand in his. He was ready, of course, to call up his own aura of heat, just in case it was needed; but he had a strong hunch, knowing his own powers, and having observed the behavior of hers, that her expectations were a major factor. After all, having seen what she was capable of, he couldn't very well believe that a pair of gloves were really all it took to hold her powers at bay, especially given Arendelle's wariness of magic. More likely they were a cognitive aid; something that helped because she believed it did.