"Sometimes. I admit I'm a bit of a speed demon. Though is something to be said about the difference going fast in a car and going fast on the back of horse. Much more skill needed for the horse." He stays put when she take off moving, uncertain whether he should follow her. He hasn't actually been in a serious romance, but he knows that striking your opposite is not the way to go about a relationship. "I'm sorry to hear that.  I'm glad you got away from him."<br/><br/>If assistance in a conflict is foreign to her, then gratitude is just as foreign to him. People didn't look at him like that. Pure and simple. The locals tread on egg shells around him. The tourists get the sense of his general demeanor that he isn't one to be messed with. His eyebrows arch in true shock when she hands him a piece of paper containing her contact information. He folds it carefully and sticks it a pocket of his dress pants. Was she...shy? Around him? He feels confused and he wants to know why. "Would you like someone to walk with you?"