"Oh my, that will not do at all. Worry not, fair maiden, for I shall see you to safety," he said, overly dramatic than necessary. He was something of a theater kid, after all; even a hundred mental years later. So on that cue, he let go of her to then swoop her into his arms, securely holding on to her.

"What a shame. I don't think I'll be able to use the revenyte like this. I guess I'll just have to walk us all the way back home," he said with a cheeky grin. In truth, he probably could have managed, but where's the fun in that?