Garret followed the woman carefully, his stance relaxed and controlled as she tugged at his hand. The knight's deep blue eyes were studying the woman's face as best he could. She walked on, asking question after question of him. Questions that, truthfully Garret didn't really know the answers to himself. Nevertheless he would answer, his sharp features ever policed into neutrality. "I am as I am, trusting or not, brave or not. Is a man fit to judge himself? I think not." 

Though Garret wasn't much of a philosopher he still felt that his response was true. Otherwise he wouldn't have said it. She asked a couple more questions of him, to which he had no answer. What did he hope to accomplish here? What was Aquiladei's purpose in bringing him here? And what was going on back on Ascalon? These questions were very important. Yet he could not know the answers, so like a true knight he shut away his doubts and concerns, letting the task at hand consume his mind. Find a safe place. 

The woman stopped suddenly, and the Knight followed suit. She turned towards him, her body ever so close to his. If he were to reach out his hand her form would be right there, it was nearly a lover's embrace. Still Garret retained a stoic posture and neutral expression as she asked a very tantalizing question. “Do you like holding my hand?”
He studied her face very carefully before giving any sort of reply. "Perhaps I do." He admitted to her, he would've needed to be some kind of unfeeling beast to not enjoy it at all. Still his eyebrow arched and a light smile played at his lips when he asked his own question. "Do you like holding mine?"