Albert was a serious man, and serious men had no time for dramatic displays of affection. The most affection he'd displayed towards anyone was likely the whores he slept with from time-to-time, and even that was because of passion, not love or anything like that. Nevertheless, even a man as serious as him couldn't avoid the effects when dealing with the most beautiful creature known to man: a veela.

He hadn't even noticed the woman — no, the creature — through the crowd of other men and woman who were shuffling down the street until a clear path was created when a pick-pocketing thief pushed through and robbed the redhead. He stopped in front of her and, upon looking her in the eye, simply froze. He made no attempt to do as she said — hell, he likely didn't even remember what she'd said.

"Beautiful thing," he breathed, gazing intently at her flawless features. Suddenly, his hand snapped and grabbed her wrist, his mind skipping any over thought of propriety or even basic human politeness.