There was an 'ah' sound of understanding and Rhys shifted on his feet thoughtfully, smiling suitably for the situation at hand. "A woman of her own accord. You see so little of that these days," he glanced away at the wolves, then at the buildings. It was so garish. There was no architecture, no glory in the buildings. His manor would make the humans weep from the sight of it alone on the outside, let alone the decadent decor within. For some it might even be a bit much.
A fae never did anything a bit much, though....
"Tell me more of yourself, Lady Katherine? I would be delighted to hear your tales."