Despite her intentions, caution melted away under the clear confusion that this mountain of a man showed. Beauty hurried to close the steps between them and then put her hand firmly into his.
"The pleasure is mine, Monsieur Rasputin," she said warmly, with a big smile for him. "My name is Honour, and you've been pulled into The City. I was just on my way home. If you will walk with me for a ways, I can try to answer your questions -- and at the end, you can have your fill of all the fruit and croissants and wine that you'd like." She paused, then smiled a little more gently. "If you want, you can even clean up a little at my place, and we can see about getting you some fresh clothes."
She hated to say anything that might be embarrassing, but the man so very clearly needed help. She couldn't turn away.