Hisashi had to hide the fact that he was holding his breath. It confused him for a few moments but he swore that her presence was some sort of spiritual experience. He often read about encounters with the gods but he never truly believed that they occurred and much less that he would be someone to experience it. Yet here he was. She was tangible, he had touched her. She had a beautiful melodic voice that danced on the fringes of insanity, his insanity if he listened to it for too long.  The woman was unworldly in so many ways that it left him baffled.<br/><br/>His only saving grace was her pursuers. A goddess could easily wished their existence away with one flick of her finger and yet they were alive. That meant that she was a real person someone he could win the favor of...<i>focus Hisashi</i>. His mind bit into him hard and though there were no outward expressions to betrayed his wavering thoughts, he was disappointed in himself. He stood his ground and watched as the group retreated. He was prepared to defend her if he needed to and more so since she was "his." He felt his chest swell at the thought of her being his, something that he had not considered with any other woman before.<br/><br/>Luckily, he didn't have to beat up anyone that day. Fighting would give himself away and he didn't want to reveal who he was unless it was absolutely necessary. he listened to her explained why she needed him to pretend to be hers and then he forced himself to take the time to gather his thoughts before replying to her.<br/><br/>"Sito." It was a lie but he just couldn't risk exposing himself just yet. "My name is Sito Haiashi. It was no trouble at all. Why were they chasing you, miss?"