[Wriothesley easily lets himself be tugged forward. He lets out a laugh, a pleased sound as he looks at her with a half-lidded gaze. The man is all confidence and self-assuredness. Someone who knew his attractiveness well. It isn't that he is conceited, but that he merely understands his appeal to others.]
I would. I am. [He does not say he trusts her. It isn't that he doesn't have some level of trust in her, but the word is still much too heavy for him to use freely. Wriothesley does not fully trust, but he can believe that Clorinde would never harm him purposely. He leans his face into her touch.] I would not offer this to many.
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I would. I am. [He does not say he trusts her. It isn't that he doesn't have some level of trust in her, but the word is still much too heavy for him to use freely. Wriothesley does not fully trust, but he can believe that Clorinde would never harm him purposely. He leans his face into her touch.] I would not offer this to many.
[That. That was him being truly honest.]