"To threaten so early in our relationship? Madam, you wound me." The man said, hand held over his heart with a sad expression. "I am known as Theodore Donahue Esquire, but you may call me Theo, and if you have a shelter prepared already then I would be happy to join you for the night." He bowed, humbly before her and rose once more. "As for the game, no I have not acquired my quarry yet, though now I don't think I need bother. Especially with one so willing to dole violent threats in our midst." He laughed at his own joke, and began walking towards the elf with a calming grin. "So care to lead the way then? It would be rude to offer and not come through on your word in such a short time I think." His mirth in the comment was evident, and easily one could tell it was in light jest. Just as he planned. "Theo" was the epitome, of politeness and never failed to get the guard down of anyone who stood in the mans way.