Oh yes, he was a crafty one, and she would have to step lightly.
"You're quite right, and I'm not a grandpa! I still look twenty five." He stuck his tongue out playfully at her, a tiny bit insulted by her accusation. A grandpa indeed! If he really were that, he'd be a dirty old man, but he didn't age, which meant he just existed, but he didn't get older. It was still quite good to use terms like he'd been around for a century, as he still was around during the years...just...he didn't age. He also didn't particularly like the idea of people thinking of him as old, because ageing meant that he would no longer get to do all the fun stuff that he did when he was young! That was an absolutely terrible though.
"Yes, you have very tiny feets, I know." She did have nice looking feet, as far as he could tell, and maybe giving her a foot rub later on wouldn't be so bad! If he was lucky, she might have an...erog...erogon...pleasure zone on her foot. Yes. She might have a pleasure zone on her foot!
He was sure that she wouldn't care if he was naked, he could almost guess that she had other things that really put wind in her sails. He couldn't quite figure them out, if it was danger, excitement, shiny things, power, or money. He would have to figure this out, because he didn't want to tempt her with anything that she wouldn't be interested in, and for a moment that made him sad because it meant his body wouldn't tempt her. Still, there were other ways to handle it!
Then she asked the all important question.
"Chivalry of course. A man's duty is protect those around him and to help the people most in need. You were most in need, so I helped you. You were a damsel in distress, and that is one of my most favourite damsels out there, and when someone, especially but not limited to damsels, are in distress, you help them get out of distress! As someone who has heard horror stories about Connlaoth, I couldn't just let them take you there! Who knows what awful things they might do to you. It would have been ungentlemanly of me to just let you get captured." That was the straight truth too, the absolute one hundred percent truth. He could bend his own code of rules however, like if he was in a pirate raid and there was a female fighter between him and some treasure, he'd probably just knock her out and not kill her. At least not directly...though, some of his female crew were rescued from ships...
It was a grey area most of the time.
"My turn for a question." He was attentively still as he watched her carefully. In the light, his yellow eyes flashed, the pupils narrow slits as he thought out his first question. "Have you ever been in a relationship that didn't benefit your agenda?" He had to understand this woman, this person before him. He wanted to know if she was like him, who would just offer physical accommodations, but on a personal, mental level would not get attached. His way was a lot friendlier, and didn't leave people with bad feelings, but he was sure that she was cold, she was uncaring, that a million men could profess their love and she'd laugh in their faces.