Wishing On A Star (OPEN)

Merrick gave her a smile in return and gently tucked her hand into his offered arm and began the slow walk down from the tower. This had turned into quite an enjoyable night and he had his current company to thank for that. He was careful as he opened the door and began to lead her down the stairs. He was glad for her taller than average height as her long legs kept in perfect pace with his.

"Than' ye fer the wonderful conversation tonigh'," he said quietly as they walked along. "Ye 'ave some'ow set me mind a' ease abou' the morrow. Te know I 'ave someone te turn te should I need advice quiets me soul."

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, he once again reached out with a strong arm and pushed open the heavy wooden door without much thought to using magic instead. He was trying to not let his mind wander with such a beautiful woman on his arm. It was difficult to concentrate, to be honest, but he kept trying his damnedest for Godric's sake.

The last thing he wanted to do was upset his friend, especially given his quick temper when it came to family. He didn't think he could best the man in a duel, magical or otherwise. And he quite liked his head on his shoulders thus he was making a conscious effort not to let her beauty or that lovely scent of roses mixed with a faint underhint of metal and something else that he found familiar but not enough to name distract him so.