She did carry a bit of height on her for a fae, but it was still less than him and his small frame, a plus if ever he knew one. Plus that bit of height on her had the benefit of adding length to her legs, or appearing to. A nice addition to an already very pleasant build. All in all, Knock was very appreciative of the way the girl was put together.
And also very appreciative of her bubbly persona. Like how she smiled when she saw all of her things picked up. She had a way of warming the entire room, or in this case, the corridor. “Like Knock Knock, Who’s There.” He replied playfully and nodded. “My surname actually, but most who know me well just call me that. Easier I think, and more flattering than Francis.” In fact, almost know one called him that. Teachers, but that was all. Most others called him Knock, or else called him nothing at all, not even noticing he was there.
Within moments his demeanor seemed to change and the more accustomed she became to him, the less shy he would likely appear.
“May I?” He asked, reaching for her tattered bag, though it seemed his hands must have already been impossibly full. Still, he’d balanced it all easily, somehow. He smiled as the air around them took on a slight change. “You’ve got quite a knack, Kissy. However did you know I loved strawberry tart?”