Courting was familiar enough to him; something done courtly and distant with great feats of strength or ballads if one were more skilled with their tongue than their arms. Doing things in the Midgardian manner was quite different. There were still gifts but dinners were quiet and private rather than attended at great feasts, odes and ballads were not quite as common as were compliments.

As this would be their first outing in truth he attempted to dress well in the Midgardian Dress Casual that he had heard of. Jeans she was fond of, a blue button down, hair bound back, beard closely trimmed. She ever found him pleasing but this was...more what she was accustomed to.

Enchanted book under one arm for the sake of communication and a wrapped parcel in his hand, he waited for her until she arrived- it took him a moment to stop staring. Jeans he'd seen her in, the Newfeather dress as well but this was...

Words failed him.

"You're beautiful."