[Still bowed at the waist, he does chance a look at her, lifting his head... only to find her and all of her sharp teeth VERY close to his face, startling him and causing him to yelp.]

A sheathe!? What--?

[Oh.

OH.

THAT KIND OF SHEATHE--?!]

I-- I, I, I, I don't-- I'm sorry but how should I know, it, it's not as if I was looking!

[His face is a very alarming shade of red by this point. The embarrassment? Overwhelming. He swears he's going to pass out in self defense or something, if this keeps up. Just, this is officially too much, goodnight.]

Please, I didn't mean any offense-- [he pauses, letting out a tiny groan of despair, pleading:] If you would be so kind as to just tell me how you'd prefer to be addressed, th-that's really all I was trying to ask...