Honestly? Not really. It's about connection and interest. Anyone could be romanced, I suppose, if they were receptive for it. [It wasn't that he hadn't been a major flirt in his youth, but romance and love were fleeting. Trenchers did all of that as quickly as they could in case there was no opportunity the next day.

He smirked and slung his big arm around her shoulders, hugging her against his side lightly. He couldn't help it; he felt a little protective of her and he enjoyed their chats.] Careful, I might think you're flirting.

[He tipped his head as they walked.] Sounds an awful lot like begging to me, and if you loved someone that much, why beg for it? [It took all times he supposed. Weird traditions. Piltover still did the hand kissing thing, which he would never fathom the reason for.] Sounds like you and I will be having dinner then. As for experience, I can neither confirm nor deny outside of a confession, right?