Sweep me off my feet

So she was able to smile? There was a little one! A brow would raise as if coaxing the small bud to blossom into a full out smile. She was also open to the idea of allowing him to help her find one and immediately smile would turn a bit darker, holding promises and mischief. "Well then m'lady. Consider me at your service?" He would sweep a forepaw before him, opposite leg bending to drop into a languid bow before standing again and allowing her to continue to admire him just as he would admire her. Sibelle? He tested the word on his tongue before chuckling slightly and slipping a bit closer. "No sire names? Very well. I'm Cynrik." She didn't need to know he was related tot he bitch who ruled this place. Yes? She was in fact a bitch. "No actually. I just recently joined the new Valhalla under Svan, I accompanied her here as an ambassador of sorts. And yourself? Are you from here?" He would question her easily, now slipping to her side as he motioned for her to follow him. The conversation might be pleasant but they still had to find her smile right?

Speech!