"I am," he tilted his head in a nod, offering a smile in greeting. "And you must be Miss Georgiana Holmwood. It's a pleasure to meet you face to face." His gaze was direct, and it lingered a moment longer than perhaps was standard for human to human greetings. There was nothing overt or aggressive in it, he simply attempted to gain a glimpse into her character. Some humans broadcasted so much in a glance or the way they held their posture. Miss Holmwood, however, was difficult to get a clear read on.
By the very formal curtsey and the particular cadence of her accent, it wasn't difficult to discern that this particular human was not of the modern world.
Erevos stretched far back in his memory for some of the customs of the time period this woman might be from, the bits and pieces he'd picked up from having moved among humans throughout their shifting centuries. He could recall certain rules of conduct, but as far as what was and wasn't inappropriate; there were so many customs and so many different cultures. Certain time periods tended to blend together. He could only guess at the era which she'd come from. He made a note to ask her about it, should she decide to keep company with him for a moment.
"Would you like to take a look within? There are many places to sit and reflect." He offered, gesturing toward the entrance of the hot springs. He didn't know the exact nature (though he could guess) of what had caused her skin irritation, but he thought perhaps she might prefer to sit and speak somewhere more private.
"At the very least, it is much warmer inside." He added, glancing at her thick overcoat.