"For a woman a man would brave a thousand defeats, only to turn them into greater glory for the two to share." He smiled as he finished doing up his tunic. "A woman slept well a man hopes? Indeed the radiance upon a woman's face is one a man has scarce seen." He began to turn to stroll with her along the decks, offering her arm with a curious look in his eyes, wondering if she would take it.
Her glance towards Braavos was not missed, indeed he followed it with a sigh. "A woman already asks a defeat of a man for coming so willingly to Braavos, let the two count it among the scars a man has borne for a woman." The last bit was said rather over-dramatically, Syraphos even accompanying it by an equally overdone sigh. "But a man would go so far as to establish a Manse here were it to win a woman's heart, though a man understands the city is as annoying as some find it beautiful, but a man will not hold these differing tastes against a woman."
He was more than aware of the eyes following them along their stroll, some with more than simple curiosity. Indeed it made him brim with pride to know that Delphine of all people had allowed him such exceptions, and knowing the truth of her heart made it all the more clear that he should be grateful for this boon.
"As to a woman's temptation, a Fisher Prince will trust a woman and hold to that which has been said." They had finally completed their circuit of the main deck and were ascended towards the rear of the ship, Syraphos following her closely up the staircase, giving a nod to the captain and helmsman in turn as they came to the very back of the ship.
He let go of her arm then, leaning against the rail as he watched the water disappear behind them, Lorath long lost from distance. "A man thanks a woman for her compliments, but thinks that a new guard is not needed." He glanced back, ensuring that they were well enough out of sight before taking one of her hands in his. "For a Fisher Prince shall do well enough to protect..." He began to plant a string of soft kisses upon her knuckles, caressing her hand tenderly as his stormy blue eyes flitted up to peer into her own. "...of this a woman can be assured, has a woman not come to start to trust a Fisher Prince?"
An answer he did not wait for before continuing. "But a woman must have plans for Braavos, a man hopes that ignoring a prince is not among them, after all, such a city is not a safe one...more than one Bravo has been known to try and make quick with a traveller of beauty, and I suspect if any cannot be stunned by a woman's, that they would quickly take up such intent."
Syraphos lowered her hand away from his lips, still holding onto it though as he let their hands dangle over the railing, the surf kicked up by the back of the ship peppering them with flecks of water. "A Fisher Prince wishes to inquire...does a woman believe the second goal to be on the way to being met? A Fisher Prince does not wish to seem impatient, and yet a man finds a woman taking more thoughts each day, even when a man is apart."
He wished for nothing more than to lean forward and kiss her, there as the morning sun filled the air with warmth, the surf kicking up in a soft, fine mist nearby. He contented himself with peering into her eyes, leaning his head forward so that his forehead came to rest against hers. "A man thinks that a man is coming to love a woman even..."