It was like Curt could smell Canada in her hair, the way it moved about gave it the impression of having a life of its own. He enjoyed the grand entrance, especially the way the shirk seemed to bloom outward, showing off a very nice set of legs. It was obvious by Aurora's shapely calves that she didn't fly everywhere.
"The pleasure's all mine," he murmured, smirking as he thought about it then offered her his arm. "My truck's just over there in the lot. Not as fun or as fast as flying, but it has other charms."