Fair enough, so I suppose it's a good thing that I came to meet you. [He brushed some speck of dirt from his wing, one which may or may not actually exist, which was pointless as even if that speck of dirt existed there was doubtless others on his wing. Because they were outdoors. And they were both warriors. And there was mud. But it was the pretense of it that mattered. The fact that, much like the speck of dirt-]

I can escort you to the rendezvous point, and my men can hold it for us.

[It was an offhanded offer tossed aside, inconsequential, something that didn't matter.]