Knock did all he could to make the girl comfortable with him, though he had no special skills or talents in that area. Any charm or persuasion was his and his alone and not something granted him by virtue of his blood. Though truth be told he didn’t hold much of either. Knock could be smooth but deep down he was far too insecure to hold near the confidence it seemed he held.
For her acrobatics, Knock also whooped and clapped his hands together in appreciation. “Well done.” Of course, he was moving forward than, as she had the door open in expectation. Knock put his arm up over her, his hand on the door, so as to take the weight of it and with his other hand indicated that she should go first. “After you.”
And if he treated her any differently in this, Knock did not doubt himself when it came to proper manners. Girls liked that. Even if it wasn’t really the proper manners of one better bread. He tried, and knew that that was worth far more than one that had all those social graces and didn’t give two shits about really using them. Effort really did mean a lot.