"It's really not that complicated"

Cyrus wasn't sure why these things alluded him so, he considered himself knowledgeable in most things, yet…

"Is how I speak to women truly so, improper?"

Therion and Cyrus were watching over Tressa's little stand in Quarrycrestt, the latter looking over the letter he received earlier in the day.

The thief offered nothing but a shrug, "Hell if I know, or care" his eyes shot to the letter, "but whoever wrote that letter seems to thinks so."

A sigh, followed words muttered so quietly that he had to tune out the hustle and bustle of the streets to hear.

"Ophelia was inclined to say the same thing."

A single silver brow rose, questioning. "Does that bother you?"

"Ah, well."Cyrus exhaled, then stood up straighter, "I just don't like being unaware of things, and I said something to our dear cleric that, according to her was a bit…" His brows furrowed a bit as the word tumbled out of his mouth, "Improper."

"And what exactly did you say?"

Cyrus shifted a bit, and Therion eyed the scholar. He was flushed pink, and Therion could've sworn that it wasn't the from the heat. "I told her that she was beautiful," his eyes went anywhere but Therion, and now the he knew that his pink face was not from the heat.

Now, it was Therion's turn to sigh, which prompted Cyrus to explain himself.

"I was merely speaking my mind! And the truth!" The scholar stumbled over his words, becoming ever more flustered at the sight of the annoyed thief.

"This is exactly what the letter was talking about Cyrus".

Cyrus crossed his arms, "Well since you understand, please elaborate".

Therion tapped his foot, trying to find the right words, "Well, men like you have a certain effect on women, if you're careless with your word you can make them think you're after them."

He blinked.

Therion groaned, "Listen dumbass, pretty boys like you tend to make women-"

"No-no, I understand what you're saying, it's just that, I now hope I didn't mislead our dear Ophelia."

He rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, I'm sure she's completely aware of how dense you are, she probably didn't think anything of it."

It might have been his imagination, but he could've sworn he saw disappointment in the professor's eyes. "Unless, you wanted to lead her on?"

His flush returned with a vengeance, "Ah, well I initially wanted her to understand-"

Therion grinned, "Don't tell me your sweet on the little church girl, professor?"

Cyrus turned, the wind catching his cape, grumbling something that Therion couldn't hear. Nor did he think he wanted to hear.

But that didn't matter. because the look on the scholars face was something he'd treasure forever.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

Sorry if the characters weren't ooc :^)