"Can you tell me your age?" Grace asked Martin as they got closer and closer to the centre of the woodland.
Martin announced with a flourish, "My age is twenty years old, my lady."
She turned her chin to the side and c****d her head.
"You are so young, and it's hard to think that you are two years older than me!" she exclaimed.
As he took her hand in his to aid her in climbing a hill, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"We can shift here, and I'll go to that corner. You can shift, and after that, we'll go look around in the forest."
He lowered his head and then vanished in the cover of a nearby tree. The gentlemanly behaviour of his took Grace by surprise. By allowing her to undress and change in private, he demonstrated that he respected her need for discretion. That was somethi
