[ It's a good minute or so before Fiore glances back at him, not entirely mollified (though a great deal of that is really just her being embarrassed and flustered).

Still, he seems contrite enough, and after a moment, her shoulders slump slightly in defeat. ]

I may not have conveyed it properly before, but I respect you immensely. If I was rude in some fashion, or disrespectful, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And if I had done something to someone respectable, even unknowingly, the punishment would not have been light in my family.

[ The influence of a magus upbringing apparently still sits heavy on her shoulders. ]

... If, however, you insist, then I'll regard this as the actual honor that it is.