He opened his mouth to reply, before closing it and considering the problem before actually speaking. He gave her another smile, and then shrugged. "Without actually seeing the contract, I would have no place in offering an opinion, much as I hate not being able to be a knight in shining armor for one who has made my day. Pity, I had so hoped to make you swoon in delight, sweep you off your feet, and then we ride into the sunset like some half baked bards tale."<br/><br/>He felt his back itching, right between his shoulder blades, a sure sign that his hind-brain had spotted something, something that was wrong and was trying to bring it to his attention, but he couldn't guess what it was yet. It wasn't until he finally spotted the spreading frost that he felt understanding slam into him like an avalanche, and he couldn't stop the reflexive blink as he suddenly realized who she might be. He took an appreciative sip of his drink, or so he hoped it would seem, as he was trying to not gulp the drink in shock. If his hind-brain was right, and it usually was, damn it to hell, he was sitting across from someone that made the dragon he had struggled against look like a baby throwing a temper tantrum. And he had exactly two throwing knives on him for defense. Well, two knives and whatever foul language he could think up before he got cut in half. That dress of hers left damn little to the imagination, but he knew that, if she really was the Winter Knight, his opposite number, she likely had more ways to kill him in a couple seconds then he had ways to defend himself in a full minute. Experience with the system was a right bitch when you were the noob.