[ A press of his hand to his heart, and he bows without breaking stride. ]
I live to serve.
[ And a momentary quirk of his lips at his most amusing jape. Then he looks around for a likely doorway, something that looks sufficiently like a den of sin and illicit activity; he finds one in the next block, and tows her inside. ]
no subject
I live to serve.
[ And a momentary quirk of his lips at his most amusing jape. Then he looks around for a likely doorway, something that looks sufficiently like a den of sin and illicit activity; he finds one in the next block, and tows her inside. ]