Zain Akadian's eyes lit up in a mix of lechery and innocent delight at the sight of the young exalt.<br/><br/>He took the proffered hand, smiling broadly, and bowed over it to graze her knuckles with startlingly human feeling lips.<br/><br/>"Bright Angel," he grinned with self deprecating modesty and completely sincere flattery, "I am thrice blessed that you grace my humble garden."<br/><br/>He hooked his arm through hers and inquired, "Will you join me in the garden?  I have gifts for you."