"Alright, I'll take the god damn ride!" He spouted out, frustrated, partially immediately regretting his decision. He would up the ante in his step in order to catch up to her graceful stride. The way he walked wasn't as precise as Catherine's, let alone as feline. He walked like a wolf on its last breath, like a drunk man stumbling through town. Though, he wasn't drunk at all. He never was a drinker. It wasn't precisely like a drunk man's stumble (but you get the idea). He sighed, glancing at the woman with suspicious eyes, not quite being able to process her intentions. "Ya'know, it ain' common that a high and civilized person like yourself, would be riding with a person like me. It'll be quite-uh... suspicious. Let alone a little bit." *He gave her one last glance, before staring down the distance sunset.