He'd be glad when he'd be rid of her. Trouble maker that she was, and one that had a good body, he knew he'd feel at least a little guilty about that later. But it was just a brief moment in his life, and he could only hope they wouldn't run into each other again. In the same breath...
He at least had a nice memento burned into his mind. And hey, the bit of guilt that ebbed at his mind? He could easily quell it with a reminder she was a thief. It only made sense to make her humiliated.
However, his reflection was brief when he realized that instead of heading straight for the door, she was heading straight for the floor! Trest's eyes widened and faster than he knew how he did it, he dove at her, catching her before she hit the ground- one arm wrapped around her, the other cupping her head. He had saved her from hitting the ground, but gained a few scrapes to his knees to catch his own fall (as well as her's).
And for the longest time, he stared in disbelief at her unmoving form.
"Hey." He gave her a shake. "Hey demon lady." He shook her again, swearing under his breath. "What are you trying to pull?"
Though his heart and mind raced and he even felt himself begin to sweat. Was this for real? What if she was sick? Or.. had she been injured? And why, was another question he should be asking himself, did he even care?
He gave her another gentle shake.
"Hey, come on! How can you have really fainted just a few feet from my front door?" And he sneered a bit at the thought before shaking her again. "Really? Truly? Are you really going to remain limp?" And sighing, he finally stood, adjusting her weight in his arms as he looked skyward.
"Only the Gods would bless me with such a day."
Frowning, he looked down at her form.
"You'd better actually be unconscious. If this is some sort of a joke..." And he looked her over, as if daring her to come clean.