"There's nothing sadder than a Templar with wounded pride," he said, lifting a hand to his chest, "unless the Templar happens to be me. Twice as sad, easily. I'll make sure of it." His eyes crinkled at the corners, a hint of the smile trying to come.

Somehow the overall effect of her half dressed was even more relaxed and casual than almost naked. The smile that had been fighting made its way out for a different reason than why it started. He didn't try to explain, instead focusing on the question. "Have you ever been to the dog races?" he asked. "It's a lot of fun. Or..." He thought about it for a moment or two. "There's a fall festival coming up in a couple of weeks. I usually work through them. I could be persuaded to make an exception this time."