“You can play the piano?”

Stefan looked affronted. “I am shocked that you assumed I couldn’t. I thought all gentlemen could.”

She shifted on her feet, still curious. “What… else can you do?”

He looked unfazed as he said, “I can ride a horse, sing, and dance, sketch moderately well, shoot arrows from a bow, care for and give understandable commands to a hawk or kestrel… But I suppose that not all of those skills will be required tonight?”

Have a great weekend, all, and Merry Christmas!

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