Valentine opens his mouth, pauses, and closes it.
I tilt my head as I glance his way, and I give a soft snort.
Clearly he's unsure what to do now that the little girl he's looking to entertain wants to play with him.
May raises her hand and points to her chest. "I! Have! An! IDEA. LISTEN. Okay. Um." She rubs her head. "Rumor! Go! I wanna play Rumor! Yeees! Gimmeee! Uh huh!" She hops on her feet.
The minstrel stares at her in incomprehension for a second, as if he's unable to wrap his head around this.
The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. "You...want to play a game of rumor, uh?" He confirms, amusement starting to seep into his voice. "Yeah, sure. I'll go first, yeah? Um..." The man rubs his chin, contemplating his next move.
"Have you heard of the hero whose blade is capable of slaying hundreds in one blow?" The man inquires in an ominous tone of voice, gazing at the child with a grave, meaningful stare.
