Aoren smiled at Evora and ceased what he was doing. He rubbed his scalp in puzzled thought for a moment before shrugging.
"I know I don't owe you anything but...well...call it my good nature." He winked at her and laughed softly. "I don't have many conversations with people. Usually I tend to avoid people altogether. I've certainly never heard anyone be thankful for being knocked over." He shook his head.
Aoren came around the counter. At six feet and three inches tall he towered over the shorter woman. As he made his was around the counter he didn't notice the wayward vine laying about across the floor and tripped almost stumbling into Evora again. He caught himself on the counter and blushed furiously in embarrassment. Standing up straight he cleared his throat.
"It would seem poise and grace have abandoned me today." He gave an airy chuckle rubbing the back of his head. The young man looked altogether very boyish. Despite his stature, obvious intelligence, and keen eye for details.
"If you happen to need a hot meal some time I've been told that I'm a decent cook. You're more than welcome to my hearth. I hope you find what you're looking for but I should probably get to work. Mistress Blackleaf is a kind woman but I don't want to test her." He gave her a slight bow.
"I hope we meet again, Evora. It was...nice bumping into you."