He'd been much more solitary in his time. No matter what he said or did, he couldn't rid himself of the Romani family that had bound themselves to him generations ago, but he did his best not to press on that familiarity too often. Elsewise, he kept to himself. It wasn't wise to draw the world's attention to the fact that monsters were real.

If she needs a buffer between herself and those here, he's obliged to offer himself as such. She intrigues him, and it's nice to have a sense of another that doesn't find him so terrifying. That he's more human than she and has a better understanding of their hosts so far, or at least those in this area, just makes it easier to offer that assistance. Her warning is heeded, and he dips his head in understanding. "It was a drink that made me what I am today, Lady. I'm very aware that there's more than what the eye can see. But if there's a trap laid in something so innocuous as a drink, then my body is likely to handle it better. And if not, I would leave you to avenge whatever attempt is made on your being and mine."

It was a compliment, of course. She was a fearsome thing, predatory and wickedly delightful. He thought her more than capable of taking care of herself, and extended that to avenging any harm come to him if it was through magical means. She certainly was better equipped for it. He could and would fight with hand, claw, and fang. She had magic that seeped from her pores. Of the two of them, he expected her to make a bigger bang.