"It's been my pleasure," Porthos assures her, and starts to lead her in the direction of the lobby when she takes his arm. "You're not a King's Musketeer if you don't help a damsel in distress." Although he has to admit that she has shown extremely little distress for someone just come to the hotel. Perhaps magic is common enough in her world that she barely blinks at it anymore.

"And I've terrible manners," he suddenly states, as he realises he hasn't yet introduced himself. "I'm Porthos, of the King's Musketeers," he tells her with a bow of his head, since they're walking.