Scoundrel or gentleman, it made no nevermind to her. She found their conversation a breath of fresh air after so much shallow sentiment and rigid structure. He seemed to find a certain joy in choosing his words and as always, she was loathe to limit such a thing. "A woman's thoughts are a dangerous thing to wager on, Mikino," she responded, the corner of her lips quirking upward in pleasure as he offered her his arm and answered her request.
Stepping forward, her hand slipped beneath his arm only to come to rest comfortably on his lowest point of his bicep, effectively tucking her arm beneath his own and allowing her to fall into step beside him. "There are other things, it seems, to catch your attention outside of my own indulgences." She would not dispute his claim, allowing him to think what he would on it. "Talk of suitors has taken over the regular channels of communication." She was not interested in a first hand experience of the dynamics such a thing would naturally bring about, but she had her own reasons for bringing it up.
"I worry about you, you realize," she admitted, relaxing her guard a little as they walked. Distance between them or not, she could feel the eyes of Mikino's guards and she did not doubt their abilities. "Your responsibilities keep growing, my friend. I suppose it is a consequence of the game we play. Even I have dealt with the same to a degree in my own role, but my footing is as sturdy as any of my Aereithels and my position less precarious."
Perhaps she spoke too boldly, but it was too late now to consider a different course of action. "I do not question your abilities or your strength of will. I am merely concerned," she assured, lifting her gaze to meet his own and offered him a sly smile in the hopes of removing some of the seriousness she'd brought to the conversation. "I recall when the only thing you had to be concerned with was the next set of pretty eyes batting their lashes in your direction."