*inclines his head ever-so-slightly, and if he were anyone but Erestor of the Fountain it might be a mocking gesture* *as it is, he's simply being polite to keep the growing fury in check*
Erestor, ma'am. We've met. *shuts (not slams, though it is a near thing) the taxi door and knocks on the roof to signal the driver that he's in the clear*
*gestures to his car, haphazardly tugged up over the curb, still running* Please. (*and yes, he will see to your bags and open your door for you and usher you in, if only to be sure that you're his*)