He tilted his head. "You live in Paris?" He asked with sincere interest, he wouldn't have guessed that. Paris was a very nice country, he preferred it to England, possibly for personal reasons.. he looked away from her and clenched his jaw. "I'm fine. Just feeling a little dizzy" He said calmly, he wasn't about to pass out, just a bit tired. He didn't mention that it hurt more now, he'd moved his shoulder around a lot more than he probably should have.

I don't remember the next event thats supposed to happen- I feel like someone tries to assasinate Ali and she saves him before he sleeps over at her house, but it seems too soon-))

Kitty nodded. "Old family home." She said curtly, biting her lip. She didn't... enjoy talking about how she got her cottage. As much as she loved it. "Ah, alright. As long as you're okay. Would you like me to walk with you to your hotel?" She asked, tilting her head at him as they exited the arena.

I don't either but that sounds like a good idea hehe- while they walk some crazy guy tackles him wih a kniff and she's like HIYA and saves him and decides its orobably unsafe for him to be alone tonight?))

He smiled in a kind of fanciful manner. The royal palace was always inherited, but he would never call it a family home. "It's lovely that you have one." He aaid sweetly. He looked back down at her. "That would be lovely." He said, walking someone back to their house was usually a man's job. But oh well. He glanced around, they appeared to be much less crowded. He slid the bandana off of his face, folding it with one hand strangely evenly and slid it into one of his pockets. All while walking. He looked back up. "Did you ever do anything before jousting? Like knitting or something?" He asked, trying to make conversation.

Sounds goood))

"I like it, I think its quite nice. I'm not there all too often, though." Kitty shrugged, giving him a warm smile for his interest. She was honestly quite relieved he had said yes, seeing as she wasn't ready to be alone again. It was nice, talking to someone for once. She giggled at his question, tilting her head and giving him a playful look. "Do I seem like a knitter?" She smiled, running her fingers through her hair and shaking it out again. "I liked archery. Still do. My favorite lAdYlIkE thing to do is actually cook. What about you? Any other interesting hobbies besides getting hit with sticks?" She teased.

He had a very sweet look on his face, wondering why she wasn't there but decided not to pry. He tilted hid head like he was thinking. "I dunno, maaaybe." He teased, he did see some realness in her cooking. "Now ghat makes sense, cooking is a good skill to have, Chef Kitty. Although so is Archery-." He smiled a bit, looking off when she asked about his hobbies. "I like to read. And to take care of the horses, and the gardens at times." He chuckled a little, his hobbies seemed more ladylike than hers were.

Kitty rolled her eyes at him playfully, a smile stuck on her face for the time being as they rounded a corner onto a darker street. "Ah, thank you, kind sir. Especially for the new title. Ive never been called a chef before." She said, jokingly. She tilted her head in interest at his hobbies. "Reading and horses I could maybe see, but I didn't take you for a gardener. What's your... favorite plant? Or flower, whatever." She asked.

He tilted his head. "I might have to question your abilities if nobody has called you that." He grinned, flicking an eyebrow up. "I prefer the silence of a garden, it takes patience." He narrowed his eyes. "Phlox are some of my favorite I think." He had to think a little.

Kitty rolled her eyes and gave his uninjured arm a playful, light shove. "I can cook just fine, thank you." She blinked at him in surprise at his reasoning. "Silence. Silence can be a bit overrated, at times." She added quietly, tilting her head at him. "Phlox? Like, the bunches of flowers?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yes, those. They come in pink and purple usually and I love it when they cascade out of my flower beds." He looked very happy to talk about plants. He did hear footsteps behind them, getting distracted, he looked backward slightly, only to be tackled onto the ground with a man on top of him holding a knife. Ali however was slightly stunned having landed mostly on his left shoulder, dust pluming over them as he pushed the knife as far from him as possible with one hand.

She smiled at his enthusiasm. It was hard for her to wrap her mind around, having a new... friend? Having someone to talk to. To listen to. She would never admit she was lonesome, but maybe in the back of her mind... she acknowledged it. As this train of thought ran through her mind, she didn't notice the footsteps until they were unconfortably close. She span around in enough time to see a man tackle Ali, promptly reacting to it. She dipped down and wrapped her elbow around the man's wrist, yanking it back and catching the knife as it fell. She turned the man by the arm so he wasnt on top of Ali, kicking him down to the ground and settling with her knee on his back, the knife pressed to his spine. "If you would like to walk again, I suggest you explain who you are, and what you're doing." She hissed, barely huffing. She did, in short, look livid.