[ the taste of victory is still sour in his mouth, and his mood has fluctuated between gratitude and the wistful bitterness of the ending of the game. still, he approaches without hesitation, and his steps are light enough that he hasn't drown completely in his dissatisfaction. yet, he's still somewhat unsettled.
no subject
he extends a hand in a playful bow. ]
Would you be so kind?
[ he does, in fact, half mean it. ]