xxxxxxxWhen the girl gave him permission to step inside, he gave her a dazzling smile. The plan was going well enough for now, he mused. At her fathers' words he chuckled, briefly touching his hand to his lips; a quirk of his when he was slightly nervous.
xxxxxxx"I assure you, sir, your daughter has more brains than to pick someone like me for her lover." he grinned, though his smile faded after a few moments, turning to a more serious expression.
xxxxxxx"I am Oliver, and I would most appreciate it if I could use a spare room, or perhaps just a spot of dry ground to pitch my tent upon. I am a newcomer to this town, and I seem to have misplaced my coinpurse. If, only for a night, I could share your home, I would be most grateful." he spoke, noting the difference in characteristics between the father and daughter. In fact, if Catia didn't seem so familiar with him, Oliver would've thought he was a stranger to the household. Why, Oliver looked more related to Catia than her 'father'! Yet another difference that put her in favor of being the lost princess.