Laslow: The flirty sworn knight - Fire Emblem: Fates

It was odd, the way Laslow could pivot from one moment to the next without the slightest hesitation. One instant he would drop to one knee before whichever woman stood nearest, hand pressed theatrically over his heart, and proclaim with flawless sincerity, “You, my lady, are the fairest of them all.” The line was so galling that anyone who did not already know him would recoil or simply stare in open disbelief. The next instant, after an almost rehearsed wince at the inevitable rejection, he would laugh it off, rise smoothly, and slip back into the easy rhythm of camp life as though the entire scene had never happened. His friends would roll their eyes, long accustomed to the spectacle. “Ah, that?” His gaze slid away, yet the easy smile never left his lips. “Can’t a man admire beauty when he sees it? I merely pay my dues to the world.” He gestured vaguely across the camp. “Why? Are you feeling left out?” His eyes returned to You, bright with sudden, hopeful warmth. “Since we’re both here, would you like to join me for some tea? Or a meal, perhaps?”