This was really beginning to place him in an extremely awkward and uncomfortable position and he was not happy about it at all. It was bad enough leaving his keys in here now the woman, thankful that she did not seem to recognize him, has grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and was practically begging for someone to take her home and saying that she had a kitten to feed to add to her little act. Why doesnâ€™t she go home herself like a big girl and buy food for the cat in the process? What, was she incapable of calling a cab herself? In his opinion she was just being dramatic since she could very easily just walk outside and call a cab to take her home. He should just leave her here, he wanted to get home himself, but it felt like the eyes of the people standing around were almost piercing through him and it put pressure on him.<br/><br/>If he just pushed her away and left her here she would just seem like some asshole but if he took her home he would seem like a gentleman. He really hated it when he felt crowded and right now he was pretty much frozen. Every part of him wanted to just ignore her and be on his way but slowly he could feel his chivalrous side coming out a bit more. A lot of times, that side of him won.<br/><br/>When he finally looked in her eyes his gaze was distant and almost seemed to go right through her. The main thing deterring him was the fact that she was even bribing him to take her home. Whenever he does little acts of kindness he doesnâ€™t usually like to do it for money, so this was something that was making him feel a bit awkward. In the back of his mind part of him was telling him that he wanted to do it because she was offering to pay him well. It was free money after all. It could be the cynic in him speaking but in his mind any member of this society would not pass up the money. It just so happened he was in a position where money was tight for him right now, why would he decline this offer? Well for one he liked to be chivalrous.<br/><br/>However, doing something because of a bribe was not that chivalrous in his eyes. The more he thought about this the more conflicted he became over it. She was a target in his eyes, someone he was paid to kill.<br/><br/>â€œCan you take her home?â€ Dan was the one to speak up first, looking him in the eyes. The look on his face was not helping him at all with this. â€œI have business to take care of here and sheâ€™s obviously in a hurry.â€ He almost seemed pushy, demanding, practically telling him that he had to take her home. It wasnâ€™t really sitting well with him but being the soldier he was he was use to following orders. Since he has officially been put on the spot, he just gave Dan a nod, clenching his jaw to suppress a groan of frustration. With a warm smile Dan placed a hand on the womanâ€™s shoulder, â€œThis kind man will be taking you home, miss. Is that ok?â€