"But of corse, follow me mlady." he turned arond and placedhis hand on er waist quickly removing it. "Forgive me if that was too foreward. You are just, nevermind." Mitchel walked foreward making sure not to go too far so as to not loose the fair maiden he had just found. He couldn't tell if it was just her being an elf or what but so man things about her made him happy to be out here. Her eyes, her face, her bod, but mostly... her soul. It screamed for adventure, for romance. But the best part was that it screamed. It wasn't a monotoned nose, it was loud.