Ron
His face turned red at the close contact; his breath caught for just a moment while he looked at her face. "Ah, well, I could, um..." Think, Ron, think! No not with that head, damn it, with the one above the shoulders! What did he have to offer that didn't involve slavery that she couldn't already take care of herself?
"I'm good with my hands." Wait, that might have come out wrong. He grinned a bit sheepishly. "I mean, my day job is a handyman. I fix things: wood, electric, tiling, I even do renovations. Hunting thugs doesn't exactly pay the bills regularly, you know? So, if you need anything done I can do that. But eternal sounds like a long time for pants."