He was surprised to find that even in the darkness, with the full limit of his strength open to him, her gaze had such a strong effect on him. She was dazzling. Her scent was as powerful as her eyes. He was transfixed for a fraction of a second, which for him was a long time. Pulling himself together, he smiled. He refused to allow the strength of a single mortal to overpower him. He was immortal, had lived over a century and a half, and was bred as a predator for humans. She would not undo all he had worked to become.<br/><br/>His smile was cordial, warm, and assuring as he met her gaze and dipped his head in a courteous bow. "Your concern flatters me, dear lady." he realized the formality of his youth was slipping into his words in his distraction, and made a deliberate effort to speak in the modern vernacular. "Don't let it worry you. I just hadn't had my morning coffee yet. I'm perfectly fine now. It is kind of you to worry about me, though... Would you let me carry the bag for you?"<br/><br/>He fell into step beside her, matching his pace to hers. Normally his walk was much faster, but her legs were not bred for the speed his were. He kept pace, allowing her to guid him.