[Gawain is no slouch himself to be sure, a mammoth of a man in turn, one of the many reasons the King of Conqueror's admired him so. A delighted grin quickly forms over his lips when provoked by the knight's sentiment, chuckling as the dragon closes what little distance was between them now.]
Is that not the point of this endeavor, Sir Gawain?
[Digits moving whimsically to brush thick tendrils of Gawain's golden locks behind an ear, intimately holding the other's chin in the palm of his hand.]
Gosh I suck sorry about the lateness on this. ;;
Is that not the point of this endeavor, Sir Gawain?
[Digits moving whimsically to brush thick tendrils of Gawain's golden locks behind an ear, intimately holding the other's chin in the palm of his hand.]