[ Clay took a half-second longer than his usual quick wit allowed, slowed by the stunning site in front of him, to find a suitable reply. ]

And here I took you for one of those independent types who want chivalry to die.

[ As he smoothly walked behind her and felt himself smile at her smell once again invading his senses. There isn't even a scrape as he pulls the seat back she's next to. ]

However, I'm more than happy to oblige.