Perhaps if he actually knew the girl, this would be a erotic conversation. As he knew nothing of her prior to today, he was more unsettled than anything else. It was not often in his life that people told him such things as she just did, so he was a bit off his game and struggling to catch up. A number of automatic responses filtered through his mind, a number of them were discarded as inappropriate given matter at hand. Dimly, he realized that usually he was the one that was to forward and familiar acting, and that this must be what it was like to be on the receiving end of his usual attitude.
Small wonder that some people found it off putting.
Brennan mustered up a wan smile, "I don't think we have met before, I would remember a girl like you if we had." It was not meant to be an insult, for even in the darkness and from his dim memories of the previous fight he could recall that she was extraordinarily pretty, if somewhat meek in manner. Brennan did not forget pretty faces.
There was a small chance that they had met one night when he was drinking. Not a habitual drunkard, he did drink to loosen up during festivals. Somehow, over the past few years he had managed to stumble into his fair share of festivities. Out of those nights, the faces were not always too clear.
Brennan tried to get a better look at her, but the lighting - or lack thereof - made that impossible.