The dragoon was not accustomed to being herded, but then, he wasn't accustomed to many things that Blythe did. He allowed himself to be prodded along with the walking stick, if only because it was proof that his jab had been effective. Thoughtlessness was practically Kain's trademark, by this point.
"My lady," Kain replied stiffly, squaring his shoulders and hooking his arm through hers quickly, before she could yank her arm away. "It would be an honor to escort you."
Years of being a mostly unwilling member of the Baronian court had taught him a thing or two about being a gentleman, so he had no qualms about exploiting that knowledge to tease Blythe just a little more.
By now they had reached the front door, and Kain opened it, allowing the light breeze to hit them. It appeared to be a beautiful spring day.