He's perfectly capable of using graceful formality, and he could use it now to rein her in and slap her into shape, if he wanted. Formality is one of his best tools. Instead, he discards it entirely. The levels of formality between the heir of a clan and a clanless prisoner are far too many, and Huaisang doesn't want to relegate her to being a lump in the dungeons or a resentful lower maidservant. In those cases, she's just a drain on the clan, an uncooperative maidservant likely to be more of a burden than anything. Better if he can get her to cooperate and to choose her own fate so that then she'll be willing to expend energy in pursuing that fate.
"Would you like some tea?" he gestures clumsily at the table in front of him, pleasantly laid with pastries and tea. The tea is cooling, but he's not going to have it refreshed just for her. If she wants it still hot, she'd better hurry up with cooperating.
She has to actively keep herself from sniffing a little, haughtiness is what you default to when you are out of your depth. But not so much anymore in this new life. In this life, more caution than she showed before has served her reasonably well. Well enough, at least, that she is getting invited to have tea with Nie Huaisang. Once, she would have scoffed at that, too.
"Nie-gongzi is far too generous!" Now she bows again, empty words of flattery and gratitude falling from her lips still as she situates herself and pours herself some lukewarm tea, then, on second thought, remembering to pour tea for him as well.
The pastries are calling to her empty stomach but she still has some pride left so she sticks to her tea for now, not wanting to be seen eating like a starving beggar. No, she is no beggar. Just... unfortunately out of funds. And options. And friends. And a whole lot of other things.
"You are such a kind young man, I never realized!"
"That's very nice of you to say." Huaisang blushes and flutters his fan, acting very shy and uncertain. At least she's sitting and cooperating now, with a slightly better sense of her position in this situation. Huaisang just still isn't sure what he's going to do with her. "I didn't want you stuck down there in the dungeons. It seems very unpleasant."
Giving her a hopeful little smile, he taps his fan lightly against his lips. "I didn't think I'd see you again so soon! What brings you back to Qinghe?"
"Oh, I..." It takes all she has to keep the scowl from her face, or keep from snatching his fan and slapping him with it. What impertinence to play her so, to make her dance for him... But she is in no position to refuse, right? Right.
So she keeps smiling her best simpering smile and coos, "Oh, I couldn't stand not seeing Nie-gongzi again, and thanking him for his generosity and his trust in releasing me! The villagers have been very welcoming." Disgusting peasants who make you work your hands to the bone for some watery soup and a bed in the stables. What a vile people, just as vile as their leaders. She widens the smile, turning it a notch more subservient. "I was hoping I could pay my debt to Nie-gongzi, if I'm permitted."
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He's perfectly capable of using graceful formality, and he could use it now to rein her in and slap her into shape, if he wanted. Formality is one of his best tools. Instead, he discards it entirely. The levels of formality between the heir of a clan and a clanless prisoner are far too many, and Huaisang doesn't want to relegate her to being a lump in the dungeons or a resentful lower maidservant. In those cases, she's just a drain on the clan, an uncooperative maidservant likely to be more of a burden than anything. Better if he can get her to cooperate and to choose her own fate so that then she'll be willing to expend energy in pursuing that fate.
"Would you like some tea?" he gestures clumsily at the table in front of him, pleasantly laid with pastries and tea. The tea is cooling, but he's not going to have it refreshed just for her. If she wants it still hot, she'd better hurry up with cooperating.
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"Nie-gongzi is far too generous!" Now she bows again, empty words of flattery and gratitude falling from her lips still as she situates herself and pours herself some lukewarm tea, then, on second thought, remembering to pour tea for him as well.
The pastries are calling to her empty stomach but she still has some pride left so she sticks to her tea for now, not wanting to be seen eating like a starving beggar. No, she is no beggar. Just... unfortunately out of funds. And options. And friends. And a whole lot of other things.
"You are such a kind young man, I never realized!"
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Giving her a hopeful little smile, he taps his fan lightly against his lips. "I didn't think I'd see you again so soon! What brings you back to Qinghe?"
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So she keeps smiling her best simpering smile and coos, "Oh, I couldn't stand not seeing Nie-gongzi again, and thanking him for his generosity and his trust in releasing me! The villagers have been very welcoming." Disgusting peasants who make you work your hands to the bone for some watery soup and a bed in the stables. What a vile people, just as vile as their leaders. She widens the smile, turning it a notch more subservient. "I was hoping I could pay my debt to Nie-gongzi, if I'm permitted."