I've found something that you all might like to look at. This was written by David Gaider, many years ago on the now defunt Ladies of Neverwinter board. He worte it in respose to a disscution on what would have Valen's reaction been to a female PC having their armour nicked by the mimic. I saved it at the time because I thought it might come in handy for my Valen fic
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Valen: "Err... my lady?" The tiefling seems a bit flustered, his eyes directed skyward. "Is it not a bit dangerous to... be so bare. Of armor, I mean."
----- PC: "I'm in no danger, Valen."
Valen: "I am certain that you are well able to protect yourself, of course." He gulps and looks in another direction. "That is not what I meant..."
----- PC: "Well, what do you mean, then?"
Valen: "I, ah... I simply mean you may attract unwanted attention. This is a land of devils, after all."
A---- PC: "Oh? Who says a little attention is unwanted?"
B---- PC: "You think devils are interested in my underwear?"
C---- PC: "As opposed to unwanted attention from fiends?"
A -- Valen: Valen suddenly loses his composure, staring at you with open shock. "My lady!" he says scandalously. Then, realizing he is looking at you, suddenly stammers and turns away.
B -- Valen: Valen squirms openly, trying to formulate a response to your question. Still not looking at you he mutters, "You are a beautiful woman, my lady, without doubt. You... would garner notice wherever you went."
C -- Valen: Valen's eyes go wide and he stares at you openly. "I... I did not mean... that is... my lady, how could you think...!" Suddenly realizing he is looking at you, his eyes go wider as he turns away.
Valen: He clears his throat, looking abashed. "I simply... I would not want any attentions directed your way to be... inappropriate."
----- PC: "Valen... are you defending my honor?"
----- (Interjection) Nathyrra: Raising an eyebrow, the drow chuckles with amusement. "Actually, I think he is defending your cleavage."
----- (Interjection) Deekin: "Wait! Wait!" The kobold writes furiously in a small notebook, a tongue idly sticking out of one side of his mouth. "You slows down! Deekin not writes so fast!"
----- (Interjection) Evil Aribeth: The ghost groans audibly and turns around, sticking her finger in her pale throat and making slight gagging noises.
----- (Interjection) Good Aribeth: The ghost grins at Valen affably and arches an eyebrow at him. "Yes, that's a good question, Valen. Are you defending her honor?"
Valen: His pale eyes suddenly turn and fixate on you, his bashfulness melting away to be replaced by a sudden intensity and earnestness. "Always, my lady," he says in a breathless tone, his eyes unmoving, "if you'll allow me."
Valen: His gaze lingering only a moment longer, a blush slowly crawls up his cheeks. Finally he turns away once more, his stance resolute, leaving you to return to the business of the odd mimic.