It was less of an honour and more of a duty- he had been sent there as a child, fulfilling a tradition of his family that had lasted for a thousand years. Of course, the fact that he had been assigned to be the guardian of a prostitute was even less honourable and one he hated... but it was his duty, and he did it.

"You could say that." He had said he was sworn to protect her with his very life, after all. "If she is not here? I... don't know. Wait for her, I suppose."