"Well I admit, I'm something of a traditional lad..."

Mat just watches a moment, quite enjoying the view. Who is he to spoil it? But he isn't here just to look. Leaning forward, he puts one hand on the wall, angling himself towards her. Light, she is pretty.

And feisty. He's always liked feisty.

"I find a bit of kissing is usually a very good starting point."

One hand still on the wall beside her, his other comes up to cup the side of her face. There's callouses on his fingers from instrument strings but his skin is soft, well cared for. Despite looking as though he has only a passing acquaintance with the concept of a comb, he's a vain man. He has as many oils and softening waxes for his hair and skin as he does his theorbo.

"If the lady's not opposed?"