Sir Vesta? [He laughs quietly, and it really has a bit of a sinister undercurrent to it, as does his faint smile. It's just habit at this point, really.] I am no knight. It'd be prudent for you not to expect me to act like one.

[He gives an amused shake of his head before starting back towards the river. Despite his long legs, his stride is slow, somehow without seeming like he was deliberately slowing for her.]

Oh, but that's a natural feeling. It's unnerving, is it not? To see creatures you're accustomed to being free, treated like beasts of burden? And yet, to these Fae, they seem to see it no differently than we might an ox—to see us that way, had we not a talent for spellcraft.