[His own tail twitches beneath his robes, and his ears flick in obvious delight at her request. 'Old friend', though - ah, something in his chest tightens at hearing her call him that. He never expected - never dreamed - that she would forgive him his lies and his trespasses enough to think of him that way (never expected to survive long enough for it to happen), but he is honored and warmed to hear it all the same. He is, at the end of it all, glad to be here.

Regardless, he quirks his eyebrows at her request.]

If anything, I would think you might be the one more fit to do the escorting. [But he is teasing there.] Still, I have nothing pressing.

[He steps towards her and wonders for a moment if he might dare offer an arm - a play at being a gentlemanly escort. He has avoided much in the way of touch out of caution and the necessity of protecting his identity and, at times, his tricks, as it were, but... perhaps... ]

Where would you have this old man take you?