[Unlike his mother and Geoffrey, (the full brother, not the bastard one) and even his father, Richard is not apt to leave one with an overwhelming impression of intelligence. They flash their brains proudly for all to see, plots and machinations displayed like battle trophies. Meanwhile Richard can keep it hidden and unremarked on under chivalry and siege engines and other easily passed over, purely physical things. Likewise he can bridge the gaps between what she says and what that means to him, then place the information aside to be dealt with later instead of worrying after it like a dog with a bone.
He can only imagine the interrogation that Eleanor would put the girl to.]
Would you dance with me, Elizabeth Plantagenet? [He offers her his hand, smiling as he remains as courtly and unruffled as before.] And then you might tell me more of your family.
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He can only imagine the interrogation that Eleanor would put the girl to.]
Would you dance with me, Elizabeth Plantagenet? [He offers her his hand, smiling as he remains as courtly and unruffled as before.] And then you might tell me more of your family.