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[bumbles]

D-do um, if-- d-does it change with um, if you're friends or uh, or if you admire someone a l-lot?

( Perhaps his expression has an element of help in it, because Cesare is sort of... alarming, makes him uncomfortable in ways he can't put his finger on, and maybe it's just because he's shy and tends to be an idiot about this stuff. Cesare had been good, but he'd also said strange things to Max and he just-- it's not the point.

Better to pay attention to her words, how she says them, nodding eagerly. ) I g-get it.

( He knows she can't show him, it might not be proper and all these other things, but he attempts it - not too badly, although there's obviously a moment where he thinks about stopping, and then bows lower still, and hesitates again, glancing up at Anne instead of straightening up in a kind of do I need to go lower? way.

Trying so hard once again, Mr. Casey. )

[ensorceler]

[ Improper, yes, but she kind of means she literally CAN'T bow as low as can be. Her bodice literally prevents her from doing so without being in pain. ]

Only when such friends are together in private. One must always be aware of the public's eye, and it's tongue.

[ You want to be an Englishman so bad, Donny? Anne moves to his side and points to his leg, then brushes her hand beneath his chin, despite him already glancing up. ]

You are meant to scrape your foot...here. Sweep it just a touch. And keep your face up as you bow. Hold your left hand to your belly, and allow your right to sweep out.

[bumbles]

Right.

( With a slight frown, head canted as he looks to Anne. ) P-people-- like the sound of their v-voices.

( Murmured, as his gaze moves away from her again. He was more than well acquainted with sharp tongues, a shadow falling across his face. Sadly, there had never really been another option, for him, no way to hide away from such judgment. Instead of going into that - it doesn't matter, probably would not be of any interest, would only serve to prove him more pathetic, before he corrects the bow, straightens, and turns just enough performs the second more smoothly controlled, follow her instructions perfectly, bowing to her instead of some invisible other. )

Thank you.

[ensorceler]

[ As he fixes his own errors, she continues to fine tune it in places she has not verbally instructed, straightening his arm and pulling at the elbow, so it's as form as can be with his hand to his middle. Then, he is near perfect. As reward she curtsies low, much lower than she should for one like Donny, so that they can meet at eye level. ]

I owe you much, so I deserve no thanks, and my ears will hear of none.

[bumbles]

( Head tilted, even as he bows, something bemused playing into his smile. The smile he knows away quickly, embarrassed by himself, because his-- he's pretty sure his smile is stupid looking, before he straightens up smoothly. )

I'll, um. J-just have to b-be-- be sneakier with the thanks, then.

( Donny shut up you're an idiot. He would sigh at himself, but he resists, for the moment. ) And, um. You r-really d-- d-don't owe me anything. I p-promise.