Rudolph frowned as Gwen spoke. He never did like her employer to begin with. That was a given. But this? Her words about how he was acting stranger and stranger? That just made the small goo of dislike in his mind solidify into a hard ball of hate. Not to mention thrown in a little dread and despair into the mix and you have a nice little feeling in the pit of your stomach. And by nice, it wasn't the nice feeling where birds were singing. More like the paradox form of the saying. Or was it the opposite. Either way, the feeling was there in the pit of his stomach now and he kept his ears on high alert for that bell sound. Or any sound at all really.<br/><br/>Though when she started to cry. That was a sound he hadn't expected. Forgetting for a moment about how grimy he was and about how well soot transfers, he moved to hug her. It was a gentle hug as he quietly made calming noises. A hand would rub her back soothingly, trying to get her to calm down some so she wouldn't cry. It was obviously she didn't like too, at least in front of him and he never liked leaving people crying. It was the reason he had stayed when they first met after all. "Sorry miss. I did not mean to make your cry. I'm sure it is nothing. Just....Just the women being cautious and not wanting to go out with him. Sometimes, men get..." He paused and just decided to be blunt. "Sometimes men get hard in the pants and stop thinking with anything that isn't between their legs." His face reddened so much as he said that, but he hoped to try and soothe her fears. Needless to say, he probably wasn't the best one for the job.