He turned to her, but his face did not brighten. His lips only twitched slightly at the edges. The frown was less pronounced, but his lips did not lift. "A long time ago..."
He drew a breath, his voice was almost deadpan in tone and delivery, with little emotion or passion. Like someone who was reciting some sort of memorized passage from a textbook rather than reading an actual story.
She supposed that was probably the way he learned such stories. Though she he would have chosen to learn them was beyond her.
"...I suppose the story of the King of Hearts will have to do, since it is one loved by foolish girls like yourself." Donncahd glanced over, interrupting himself, watching her face for a response before turning back to the mountain view in front of them and the falling rain.
She wasn't entirely sure she should thank him for picking something he thought she'd like or curse at him for the way he decided on a 'fitting' story.
