Iudicael bowed slightly over her as he assisted in her rise, an innocent gesture of a gentleman, dressed for the beach or not. He pushed in her seat and did the same for Vincent down to the very twitch of a finger. The confidence of his smile and gestures brought an odd mix of assurance and uneasiness in the same breath for the viewer. He stood between them as they walked, a hand on Vincent’s nearest and clothed shoulder like a guide, while his other rested softly on Alexa’s naked and farthest shoulder, almost dangling to her back. “One of our owners did make the stipulation that the two of you be on the border for your own comfort,” he stated, glancing from Vincent to Alexa. His gaze softened a little more on her to sooth any concerns the woman might be feeling, even if she had been quick to take the proposition.