[Guy hops down from the fountain ledge with a small thud and sits on it to put on his socks and hand-cobbled leather shoes. Shoes are one place this man with throw money. Not that he won't throw it other places.]

You seem a very particular lady. I would think perhaps an utterly docile and boyish sort except something says you rather enjoy the spar.

[He's noticed her amusement at his tease.]