[Concord is also, entirely and thoroughly, out of his depth here. He practically locks himself into place, solid as a soldier should be, posture strictly held. It's largely out of nerves, an automatic response he finds some comfort in the familiarity of. There's no loose and casual with him, he's not really that type.
While his tone can remain utmost composed, like none of this is really effecting him all that much, his heart is absolutely pounding. He can hear it in his ears and worries that Ali might be able to catch on to it. Don't dragons have very good hearing? Unicorns can... it's usually a defense mechanism of their kind. For a moment like this, it feels like it betrays his confidence.]
What would your way be, then? [cautious, not giving too much away, not fully agreeing without testing the waters. Smart of him to be reserved, see what Ali has to offer... even though he wants to just agree with his whole chest. Yes, whatever you please, I want it, he holds his tongue from letting slip]
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While his tone can remain utmost composed, like none of this is really effecting him all that much, his heart is absolutely pounding. He can hear it in his ears and worries that Ali might be able to catch on to it. Don't dragons have very good hearing? Unicorns can... it's usually a defense mechanism of their kind. For a moment like this, it feels like it betrays his confidence.]
What would your way be, then? [cautious, not giving too much away, not fully agreeing without testing the waters. Smart of him to be reserved, see what Ali has to offer... even though he wants to just agree with his whole chest. Yes, whatever you please, I want it, he holds his tongue from letting slip]