If he can't even look at you that sounds like he is feeling guilty about something.
I would say that he was the worst of them. He said that it was a ritual from his world and that it was there to nourish the land with magic. So the High Lord - that's him - and a chosen maid spend an evening together and then have sex and baam, best wheat growth ever. Sounds like it's part of one of these ten cents romance novels. It's not. Turns out it's more of a horror story. We had great evening, danced, talked, you know, everything you could want and then we ended up taking a walk through the forest and he killed that deer - part of the ritual or so. But he slowly transformed - he had already shed his human appearance, his voice changed and he did not let go about the sex part. The magic that radiated off of him was so powerful - like a glimpse of Dad's sceptre powerful. I ran for it. I was fucking scared. I called Dad and Uncle. Rhys apologised a thousand times and I know it wasn't him. But fuck, Abi, he almost raped me.