He let her take the lead, keeping his arm available for her so she could walk without wrenching her ankle or something. Those blasted shoes that women wore these days, he thought... He liked being her escort; the feeling of her hand on his arm reminded him of better days... and to have a lovely woman to whom the hand belonged walking with him was a nice change from his loneliness. He wanted the walk to last longer, selfishly so, but he knew she needed to get out of those awful boots. "Your passion for what you wish to do is refreshing. It is lovely to hear someone speak of what their heart loves."