Bowing his head slightly, he joined, remaining one step behind, and slightly to the side. As they reached the stairs, he offered her his arm, elbow level and extended, ever the gentleman. dead metal weight be damned. "I confer to your knowledge of the arcane, and beg your pardon." Falling silent a moment to contemplate, before speaking again. "Now, we must see who is in charge, and devise our next course of action, or actions, depending on how much they look into the future..." A slight smirk quarking his thin lips, glowing silver eyes turning back to her, and the way her robes swayed over that lithe figure. "And, you have yet, to give me your name..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>