Vanguard
Vanguard smiled and looked down on the lady with an intrigued gaze. Then, he shook her head and smiled affectionately, though that expression hardly fit someone like him, and stepped past her as calmly as a stroll.
Indeed, his intuition could tell him just from her impassive look and demeanor, something that would be utterly abnormal and insane, that a fight against her would be one where he'd gain nothing. He understood those eyes better than anyone. Indeed, he had seen them before, the eyes of beings so removed from humanity they knew no harm could reach them. He could tell bravado from confidence, and it so happened that her absolute fearlessness spoke more of the latter.
She did not fear death, perhaps she didn't even know it, and the way she invited his blade meant that the blade was not something that could end her. In that sense, she was something closer to the gods than him, something he found bitterly amusing and irritating.
"I'm afraid not, young lady. If it is love you expect of me, I'm afraid I never had such a thing in the first place. Besides, a head as beautiful as yours would lie best over your body. What sort of villain would harm a lady unprovoked?"
His hair brushed bast her shoulder, his pleasant smile combined with his overtly affable speech was enough to make someone feel utterly repulsed. His gaze turned back to the hunter and the hound and his eyes shifted into a pale ghostly blue, while his mouth twisted into a crescent moon that neared his ears too much for comfort.
"Come now, are you done with your heartfelt quarrel? I await an answer, my time is precious and ill spent on idle chatter."