There was a lightness to her smile then she'd sorely needed in past days, her comment regarding swordplay. If there had been something of innuendo in her choice of words, it was surely...no, that would have been a lie, it had been entirely on purpose. As ever.
Phryne might have wondered whether a living, breathing Musketeer would see past something as commonplace in his life as swords to see double-entendres in the discussion of them if she hadn't been around enough soldiers and sailors to know that they were just as likely to chortle over them as anyone else. Moreso, she had to think, with the more time they spent on handling their weapons.
Pun. Intended.
Whether they were discussing swords as swords or swords the offer was appealing. She was, after all, always interested in learning a new skill (or refining one she already possessed). "I believe I would enjoy that," she told him, toasting her glass to him before her next drink. "Although, I should warn you that I do have a habit of fighting dirty."
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Phryne might have wondered whether a living, breathing Musketeer would see past something as commonplace in his life as swords to see double-entendres in the discussion of them if she hadn't been around enough soldiers and sailors to know that they were just as likely to chortle over them as anyone else. Moreso, she had to think, with the more time they spent on handling their weapons.
Pun. Intended.
Whether they were discussing swords as swords or swords the offer was appealing. She was, after all, always interested in learning a new skill (or refining one she already possessed). "I believe I would enjoy that," she told him, toasting her glass to him before her next drink. "Although, I should warn you that I do have a habit of fighting dirty."