Kate smiled at the disheveled young man. He could not be a year or two older.  The Wisardress woke him up and he barley hand time to dress and his hair was all messy. Poor guy being grounded in front of her. She would give him a toothless grin,  Bonĵour  monsier. Je m'appelle Lady Katherine. Please, call me Kate or Katie. Nice to meet you too. What is your name?"<br/><br/>Kate let go his soft hand. He obviously did not work much but his hand was strong. He had a bulging bicep. He practiced swordplay. His had was scarred in the web of his hand. He had used live steel. She looked up from his hand to his face. It was a nice angular heart shape.