rdxwson:

♥ — “Oh, why thank you.
                    Rose. My name is Rose. And you, sir?”

  “Rose…like the rosy tint of your cheeks
       and the flesh of your lips. Beautiful–”
       Markus’s hand reached out to take hold
       of hers, his thumb brushing against her
       knuckles. “–soft like velvety petals.” He
       bowed and pressed a kiss to her hand.

 "I am Sir Markus, pleasure to make your acquaintance.“