His eyes went to the girl as she began to relish the feeling of the wind against her, watching the delight overshadow the fire that once laid behind those eyes. He was almost driven to smile himself, only to hear the answer to his question, nodding lightly. His cold stare was still there, but his smile was still gracing his lips, a slight bow to her as he heard her thank you."Your quite welcome, I am Ghaleon Sericia. And I'll be escorting you..." He said softly, lifting from his formal bow. He slowly slid his hand into his pocket, thumbing the gold some, only to look up to see her taking her leave.<br/><br/>He followed suit, hands away from his blade now, for he was sure they weren't going to follow. Upon hearing their Destination, he smiled."Well, I was paid to deliver you to Lord Tinjo Ducackus... It's going to be quite the journey, so I suggest you steel yourself for a long walk..." He said coldly, Though his mind spoke miles to the contrary. He had absolutely no intention of taking her to such a place, or anywhere. Once he was sure he was safe, He was going to give her the money from the job, and send her away. The perfect end to a honorless job. He slowly fell into silence, keeping his senses vigilant for the time being.<br/><br/>He swas still duty bound to protect her. Not by the code of a merc, but by his race. The angels were born protectors, and as such, the merc job was the best place to protect others. Sure, Botching jobs were a common place, but after all, the record spoke of his impeccable work ethic... Not his racial ethic."Let me know when you need to rest, Can't have you falling dead to nature..." He said softly, Rubbing his shoulder lightly, a wince of annoyance surfacing as he continued his powerful strides.