Being who he was, Paul was unable to avoid offering a sly smile to the Fairest. He didn't really know her, but she was a lovely being indeed. As he passed her by, he tipped his imaginary hat at her, and let his gaze slide down and over her. To many it might be an insult to be so blatantly ogled, but Paul was sure enough in his knowledge of her Kith to suspect that the true offense would lie in not making her aware of his appreciation.<br/><br/>An odd balancing act for the quiet young man, in that he wanted her to know he appreciated her looks and her body, but he didn't want to encourage her to get to close to him, but he was fairly certain that he'd find the right balance with her. After all, he'd managed it with everyone else so far. Even, to a certain degree, the angry young woman that was staring at the dusky skinned Fairest with such loathing.<br/><br/>As he drew closer to the other two escapees from the Hedge, he shifted his attention towards the young woman in question. He was unaware of her nature, and thus had no idea why she was suddenly so aggressive and angry, but he was nevertheless willing to work his wiles on her to calm her down.<br/><br/>Thus, as he passed near her, he offered her a charming smile and a slight bow. He didn't speak to her, he rarely spoke to anyone, but he did favor her with a long look and eye contact that was direct and friendly, but non-challenging.<br/><br/>His hand lifted a bit as he passed her by, and he gave her a little finger-waggle of a wave. Once he was past her, he turned his attention back to the monochromatic Fairest and her young charge, examining them both with an expression that, to them, was blank and flat. His spare features curled into a thin lipped smile that softened the harshness of his eyes, and after a moment he stopped walking, now a few feet from them.