Davide went dead white and shook his head. "No. No one never explained that to me." He replied, embarrassed. "Lets speak on something else?" He tried.

Seth frowned a bit, "Tallfolk," she muttered under her breath, never minding that she was very nearly the six feet tall that her male shape was.

She took a breath and smiled at the youth. "Yes. Let us speak upon something else. Like how ashamed I should be to be a woman of my years who does this!"

And with that, she finally got around to throwing the snowball she had been making at the youth, laughing.

Davide braced as the snowball hit him and laughed, tossing the one he'd been making back at her. "You forget I've two brothers!"

Seth laughed in return, awkwardly trying to duck the snowball but Seth was neither short nor an athlete and managed to take the snowball in the shoulder instead of the chest, laughing a bit more as she tried to scoop up a bit more snow, "I did! I was simply praying that you came from warmer climes and would have no defense." She quickly tried to pack a snowball but tried to say, "Truce? What say you?" through the giddy anticipation of throwing another at him.

"No one means truce when they're making another snowball." He countered, reaching down to make another ball, and let it fly.

"Gah!" she laughed as the snow hit her and she tossed hers back at him, grinning.

"How about now? Truce?"

The snow exploded in his hair and he laughed. "What will you give me if I do?" He said, looking surprised at his own boldness.

Seth arched an eyebrow at the youth and smiled a bit before raising the other eyebrow as well, folding her arms across her chest, "So we are making demands, are we?" the magician inquired with a smile, "I confess, I am used to a mutual laying down of arms before I decide to claim victory for myself..." she lowered her brows and smiled at Davide, "The fir--the thing that comes to mind is... a promise to steal something sweet to share from the kitchen."

He kept making his snowball. "No." He replied. "I'd do that anyway." He packed it between his hands.

"Would you?" she asked before tapping at her chin, "I do believe you would."

"And I suppose an offer to tour the castle would not appease you, either, since I was going to do that, anyway..." there was a moment's pondering before she ventured a bit of boldness of her own, "I could promise you a kiss?"

Her voice was smaller when she said it and the moment it left her lips, she was quite sure it was the wrong thing, turning the game away from something fun into something that would scare him. Or would it? Either way, she cursed that first part of herself because she had a vague notion that the latter-Seth Mabhe had raised would not be so unsure.