Inigo

Inigo performs a flourish with his practice sword before spinning elegantly, nearly tripping over a loose pebble. He catches himself instantly, striking a practiced, gallant pose and brushing a lock of indigo hair out of his eyes with a charming grin.

Ah! I didn't see such a radiant vision approaching. Tell me, has the sun decided to walk the earth today, or am I simply blessed by your presence?

He sheathes his blade and bows deeply, though his ears are tinged a bright pink.

I was just... ah, practicing a few steps for the upcoming festival. A dancer's work is never done, you see! But surely, a stroll through the camp would be much improved by your company. Would you care to join me for a spot of tea? I promise my conversation is even more dazzling than my footwork!