He shook the woman's hand, not really paying attention enough to catch anything but her name. He blinked as he looked at her, the clouds covering his eyes evaporating. Where in the world did she come from? She didn't look like a native. He wasn't either now that he thought about it.<br/><br/>"Eloa? Its that it?" He asked, eyebrow raised as he looked her over, "Fall from Heaven and forget your last name or something?"<br/><br/>Now that he was actually engaged, he found himself drawn to her as well as put off. She had this ethereal presence to her that annoyed him as well as attracted him. This rubber banding shit he was feeling was annoying. He briefly shook his head as He his gunmetal gray eyes met her dark blue ones. She looked like a supermodel that just walked in on him.<br/><br/>"Like the outfit, looks like you are going to an interview or a meeting." He noted, reaching over to straighten out the coat she wore, his hand brushing hers again while he did, "Mind some company until you get there?"<br/><br/>He offered her his arm as he gestured to walk. Chivalry may be dead in the world but he was a gentleman about some things. Even when he felt shit, he was still considerate. It was just the way he was. Never tried to change it regardless of what people tried to do to make him.