Arcaeus took her small, porcelain-like hand in his and gently shook it, squeezing ever so lightly. Her hand felt cold in his and he could see her face get a little more color in it as he looked her in the eye and softly smiled. "You may call me Arcaeus, Janelle." he said. The sky had gone dark sometime earlier, back during the slight scuffle.<br/><br/>Arcaeus decided a little more nicety would smooth things out between them. "How about we get some rest? You can have my cabin, Only enough room for one. But don't worry, the bed is plenty spacious. I'll stay up in a tree tonight. What do you say?" he said, crooked smile, teeth gleaming. eyes glowing bright in the dark contrast thrown upon his face by the fire. His short, unkempt, black hair was slightly in his face. His scruffy beard gave him an air of careful unruly-ness.<br/><br/>For some reason, he awaited Janelle's answer with a hint nervousness.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmm what is this? What is this women to have any sort of affect on me? I need to know. And soon. I don't like not knowing things. And being 500 years old, there isn't much I don't know. I must have met someone, or something, like this before in my travels.</span>he went over in his mind, puzzled.