[With just his kilt left on, he tosses Ali a more wry smirk. Very subtle, but the confidence turns strangely devilish on a man known to give off the air of pure virtue. He loops a thumb into the waistband and rest it there with ease. He won't go further, but there's this present idea he wants to.
And there's always poise to how Concord moves, a regimented grace that fine soldiers have. It's clear in just a few steps towards Ali, his free hand reaching up to cradle Ali's chin in his palm. A press of his thumb over the dragon's heated face, to respond]
You have to keep up with me, Ali. [if he's three steps ahead, no lagging behind! Catch up!]
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And there's always poise to how Concord moves, a regimented grace that fine soldiers have. It's clear in just a few steps towards Ali, his free hand reaching up to cradle Ali's chin in his palm. A press of his thumb over the dragon's heated face, to respond]
You have to keep up with me, Ali. [if he's three steps ahead, no lagging behind! Catch up!]