“What I meant was,” she explained on the way down the stairs, “as a human, you’re pretty attractive. Girls like that sort of thing, tall, dark, brooding, looks like he might be a bit of a bad boy. I’m not really all that good at flirting.” She gave a self-deprecating chuckle. “But there are girls around here who really make me look awkward.” Summer tilted her head at him, unlocking the car again. “Is it going to bother you, people admiring you?”
Well this came as another surprise. Fenrir had no idea that this form of his could be taken as attractive. He assumed himself to be rather plain, at best, when he first saw his new form. He wasn’t entirely sure how to take this new information. He turned to give her a look, shaking his head. “Lady Summer you are by no means awkward. You have been nothing but kind to me since I have come to Midgard. You have provided for me, helped steer me in my confusion of this world, and have shared with me the excitements which your realm has to offer.” He opened the car door and slid in beside her, musing over her question in his mind. “No, I suppose it shouldn’t. I doubt any will. I know precious few in this realm. And since your city is so big I doubt I shall see another familiar face, aside from your own.”
“Ooooh, flattery will get you everywhere, boyo,” Summer grinned, shaking a finger at him. “Keep that up and I’ll just keep you right here at home with me.” Her tone was light, teasing, and then she smacked herself on the forehead. “What am I doing? We were going to walk! I’m so stupid sometimes.”
“Ah, but honesty does not often share a name with flattery, dear Summer.” He jumped slightly when she harmed herself, a frown showing his displeasure that she would lay hand on her own skin in such a way. “Do you still wish to walk?” He asked. Either way he wouldn’t mind. He was just eager to watch the evening with his friend unfold.
“I really do like to walk when I can. I don’t have to worry about finding parking, or what I drink.” Stepping beside Fenrir, Summer looked up at his bold profile. A little shyly, she said, “You really are a genuinely nice guy, Fen,” and slipped an arm around his waist for a swift hug. Then she was half-skipping ahead, leading the way up the sidewalk.