[Molly looks about as happy as a kid in a candy shop. People who lean on charm when they barely have any rarely expect to be literally or figuratively swept off their feet, so he feels like he has scored a great victory here. And also, consider, Iskander is big. Big people are remarkably affectionate sometimes- look at Yasha.]
Careful with that. You might not know what you're getting into. [Molly's grin is delighted and a little wry, and he disentangles himself from Iskander's manly arms (with mild trepidation as he was quite enjoying how well he fit against his side) so he can properly position himself for a dance, sweeping into a dramatic bow. Godsdammit, he will do this properly, with flourish, and a bit of cheekiness, so help him Moonweaver.] Your Highness.
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Careful with that. You might not know what you're getting into. [Molly's grin is delighted and a little wry, and he disentangles himself from Iskander's manly arms (with mild trepidation as he was quite enjoying how well he fit against his side) so he can properly position himself for a dance, sweeping into a dramatic bow. Godsdammit, he will do this properly, with flourish, and a bit of cheekiness, so help him Moonweaver.] Your Highness.