"No! No, good lord, forgive me we have not met -- I suppose we've just walked in the same circles. You are a little more recognisable than I am, your reputation proceeds you."

He quirks a smile at her and takes her hand, dips his head fractionally.

"Lancelot Dulac. Guardian for the Night Council, since I suppose you will be curious, although at the moment I'm more concerned about guarding myself from angry shoppers than much else."