He'd seen a lot of beautiful women, from beautiful farm hands to poised and flawless noblewomen, but the elf, or maybe she was a half elf from the look of her ears, still stunned him into silence. He could always blame the dumbfounded look on the deep seated weariness, but in reality, she was striking.

He flushed slightly when he realized she was waiting for a response.

"I, um..." Perfect. Very well done. "I'm headed... there. -To the stables, I mean."

He clears his throat, which seems to help somehow. "It'd be my privilege to accompany you, m'lady."