[Some things could be hidden by accessories and misdirection, like the fell brand that marked the back of his right hand-- consistently covered in gloves that he wore regardless of season. Others, like the electrostatic waves that arched across his fingers and set his hair adrift with something arcane whenever his irritation did flare in this country, were not so easy to subdue. Blood didn't lie, even if the smile was nothing short of honest.]

You're close, [He said in a lilting tone, golden eyes all but aglow with his appreciation for Penelo's ability to catch on so quickly.] I'm a tactician-- but understanding how to wield a sword or draw down thunder upon the battlefield don't compare to understanding the people on all sides of the conflict.

[Never releasing her hands, he offered a short bow with a noted flourish.]

That was an astute observation-- nicely done! But, you're no mere dancer yourself, are you?

[It was her hands that gave her away. It was her eyes. Even the Feroxi dancer knew how to wield a blade, and there was little difference between a ceremonial dance and a sword dance.]