"Don't worry about that, I have too many chairs." He doesn't seem to be bothered at all by Lucky tearing his expensive chair. He gets closer and closer to me, until his face is only an inch away. I get very uncomfortable with the close proximity. I raise my hands, trying to push him away, then change my mind and drop them back to my sides. He might not like being pushed; I have to be careful with my behavior towards him if I don't want to end up on the streets in this foreign land. Its not like he is going to eat me just by standing close to me. But if he tries anything inappropriate, I will not allow it.
I stand quietly, waiting for his next move.
As if he's suddenly gained back his senses, he quickly moves back away from me. All his movements are so graceful I am impressed despite mys
