"No punching," Araceli replies as she pockets the flask again and takes Korrin's other arm to wrap it around her waist so she's settled comfortable against her side the way she likes. "A duel is never over a thing that can be settled with a punch, honestly sirena, this is something about honour. Passion."

This is something that gets Araceli's own blood racing from the way she's talking, glancing up at Korrin and if she touched her cheeks, she'd feel the flush on them.

"His name is Guillaume Thiebaut at any rate, Orlesian." Araceli stumbles a little over the name as ever, her accent and Orlesian still not getting along.