She was light on her feet, as he expected her to be. Soryk wasn't very well-versed in the arts of courtship. No woman in his life was one he'd truly courted. If anything, relationships happened simply by chance and before he really knew they were even there. With Ei'riya, it was simply a notion that popped into his head when he awoke. With Atê... well. It was her basically wondering when he was going to put a ring onto her finger and set a date.

Not that he had an issue with commitment, because he didn't. Really. He didn't. No man was more loyal than Soryk. It just took getting him to that point.

"Formal training," he parroted with a slow nod. "Dare I assume this is much like the ladies from my homeland with their own? It is deemed somewhat necessary for a woman higher in social culture to have such talents beneath her fingertips."