It didn't take Darius long to check the match schedule and choose the best opportunity to catch Lux alone. He almost missed her, calling out right before she turned into a larger, more populated corridor. She turned, and after a regretful glance over her shoulder, started walking toward him. Her steps were soft with trepidation, but he wasn't sure what kind. Being waylaid by any Noxian might cause it, or it could be associated with their new shared status.
"Did you need something, Darius?" Her hands shifted on her baton.
"Do you know about this?" He held up the envelope between them.
"Ah..." She looked down. "Garen told me."
He waited a moment to see if she had further comment, but she only stood there, looking down and twirling her baton. "Your brother failed to provide any useful instruction on how I'm expected to follow through, other than letting me know you take visitors in the afternoons, and what am I supposed to do with that information?"
"Oh!" She looked up at his aggrieved tone, blue eyes wide, but immediately looked down again. "Usually, uh, the suitor..." Here she blushed. "...will come spend an hour with his, the object of his interest, to... converse and, and pass the time. That's why it's called "paying court" because you pay with your time like when you go to the king's court for..."
"Of course you would know the origin of the phrase," he said to cut off her stream of nervous babble.
She peeked up at him from under her lashes. He shifted to lean his shoulder against the wall. He hoped she would calm down and relax if he wasn't looming over her. He smiled before raising an eyebrow, not sure if she would even see. "That's it?"
"Well, you can arrange to go on an outing, for a change of scenery, or to attend a specific entertainment. But that's basically the same, just... a different venue." She kicked at the floor with one heel, taking brief looks up at him and then back down.
"Is there a dress code?"
"Nnn...Oh! Sort of? You dress according to the impression you want to give. Uniform for military service, rich garments for wealth, fashion for..." She ran her eyes over him so quickly he blinked, not quite believing what he saw. "...physical appearance... and so on."
She shifted her baton from hand to hand, and while she wasn't quite looking at him, she wasn't looking at the floor either. He felt that progress had been made. "Anything else I should know?"
"Not that I..." She paused for a moment, head cocked, staring into space. "...can think of?" She blinked, and looked him full in the face before dropping her eyes again.
"Let me know if that changes," he said, then nodded and straightened to go. "See you tomorrow afternoon."
"I'll look forward to it." Her faint voice made it sound more like set response than genuine expression.
Hearing only the sound of his own footfalls, he supposed she must be watching his departure. When he took the first turn in his route he saw the flare of her skirt as she moved from the corner of his eye, and at last her hurried footsteps sped her on her way.
She had given him some things to think about, but first he really ought to report to Swain. He heaved a sigh and started trying to frame the most ridiculous report he would ever give in his entire military career. At least he hoped it was the most ridiculous. His mind boggled momentarily, trying to come up with something to top the current situation, before doggedly returning to its original task.
