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He could tell already that he'd have to be careful with this one; she was almost hypser-sensitive. Not a bad thing, necessarily, as it meant that he wouldn't have to try hard at all to make her admire him, but at any moment he was certain that if he went too far, he could scare her off. She seemed nervous; perhaps a sign of her lack of experience, but that was something that Bruges could take in his stride easily. It wasn't like he was planning on sticking around, really; he liked the chase for whatever he gained from it. And as tey walked, he could feel her tension growing, but he stayed content and quiet, willing to enjoy the company if she would allow him to do so. 

"How impolite of me," He said, apologetically, bowing his head. He touched his nose gently to her cheek- watching out of the corner of his eye for her reaction- before he introduced himself. "I'm Bruges DeMonte," He said, figuring his name sounded better without being hyphenated. "And you, my dear?" He asked, tilting his ears forward to elicit a response from her.