[Manuela is graceful, save for when her control over her faculties is weakened. She's used to elegant staging, sword dancing, even the occasional combat.
So when he pulls her into that twirl and dip, it's very much like a dance, and she spins through it, dropping back over his arm as if it's the final flourish of a tango. Her fingers knot into his lapels, a grip she uses to tug and lift herself so she still has some reins in her hand. She yanks, pulling him down towards her. She is surprised, but she's too fiery to be limp.]
I'd try not to take anything you say personally to begin with. [Just short of promising that she won't.]
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So when he pulls her into that twirl and dip, it's very much like a dance, and she spins through it, dropping back over his arm as if it's the final flourish of a tango. Her fingers knot into his lapels, a grip she uses to tug and lift herself so she still has some reins in her hand. She yanks, pulling him down towards her. She is surprised, but she's too fiery to be limp.]
I'd try not to take anything you say personally to begin with. [Just short of promising that she won't.]