"I must say…" The duke began, his tone slow and thoughtful, "with that ribbon on you, you look almost noble."
Clint froze, his eyes widening before he quickly snapped his head forward, face heating up. "What the hell are you saying?" he barked, trying to sound annoyed.
The Duke chuckled lowly. "It suits you. You should dress like this more often. You look… refined."
Clint's blush deepened, his jaw tightening. He could feel the Duke's eyes on him, and it made his skin crawl.
In one sharp motion, he ripped it off and threw it into the wind. "Shut Up" he snapped again, glaring at the Duke as if daring him to say more.
But instead of stopping, the Duke only smiled faintly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Even when you're angry, you still look noble."
Clint's face went redder. "I swear, one more word and I'll jump off this horse!"
The Duke let out a soft laugh, clearly entertained, while Clint turned his head away, grumbling under his breath and messed up his hair.
