He didn't quiet get why she was blushing but he offered a light shy smile. It was easy to bullshit your way through battle but sitting next to a lovely woman who would soon make -a proper man- out of him, as his great uncle had bitched, was a little nerve-wreaking for one with such little passion, at least that he felt he had.

He would just need to get going a little before instinct would take over. Before lust drove him forward like battle-lust used to.

"I was simply confused, please just call me Thorfinn." he rubbed at the back of his head some. "I am no one important either." He spoke so earnestly, still flushed a bit. Everyone is the same, no one is his enemy. "I am pleased to meet you, Lucy. You have very lovely eyes." Askeladd had taught him, you can tell a person by their eyes.