"I'll take you by the coat room first, before we go and select a vintage," she said, aking the arm and stepping close. Her eye was level with his shoulder.
In this new skin, the urge to shake him down for valuable before gorging on honey and wine and passing out on the roof with her sister was fading.
Well, honey and wine still sounded good but almost all creatures won't say no to a nice cup of that.
The point being, in this new skin a variety of tradions had just become first nature. Follow? Good. For Fae female, the shape affects the mind.
She decided she liked the Major. It was cute, the short of chivalery he was showing, yes. He wasn't unpleasent to look at, in fact the cute seem to carry over.
None of these factors would have measured into her being more than offering polite tea and offering to seel him the answers the slate said he wanted.
The factors that were, currently, working drastically in his favor were these,
A: He wasn't just coated in those shards of interdimensional travel magick and energies, he seemed to be generating them. or maybe he was simply so soaked in them that it was leaking out of his bones slowly. She would gain quite a bit just by keping him nearby.
B: She rather wanted a glass of wine herself, and had been on her way to fetch a cask when Raidou had knocked.
C. Raidou seemed to like him.
Besides, he seemed like the sort that would grow on you quickly, now that he was close, he smelled rather nice, ad Helena was naturally more inclined to be a friendly and good hostess.