He looked pretty normal and presentable, almost like a yuppie in his sweater vest. He offered his arm to her, with a light smile for her arm. He didn't like holding hands but he'd let her hold his arm like a gentlemen should. Alfred would be proud. "You wont hear me complain. I hate being late." He was putting real thought into a car instead of a motorcycle. For moments like these, though, he could just as easily put her on the back of a bike if this ever happened again. BUt, for not they were walking or catching a cab.

"Sounds good to me. I'm pretty easy." he offered thinking about how strange it felt giving over control to someone else.