A wave of relief fell over Aleksandr when Sylvia replied.  He felt a little embarrassed to have alerted the other three, but in all, he was worried.  He wiped his hand over his face as he stood up and let out a deep sigh.

[I]"It's improper to keep a lady waiting, good sir. We don't have much time,"[/I] Sylvia spoke in her mock-British accent as a smirk curled on her lips.

Aleksandr stared down at Sylvia, not particularly wanting to play along with her after seeing her friends and other such things.  He relaxed his body and looked up the stairs, "I ummm... I can carry you up the stairs, I suppose?" He felt badly for not playing along.  He wasn't sure why he had even opened up to her in the first place.  It had been a bad idea.  It was a mistake.  His [I]father[/I] knew it was a mistake, "You're not heavy. So, it won't be a big deal or anything," his eyes turned their attention back to Sylvia, studying her.  A small involuntary smile flickered on his lips and quickly disappeared nervously.  He did not [I]want[/I] to be excited to pick her up, anymore, but he [I]was[/I].  He stood back, taking in a deep breath, "Tell me when you're ready so I don't hurt you." [@Arista]