As night approached, Tomoya walked closer to Centorea's side, and every so often wondering if there could be a way to become a host. Centorea, while socially awkward like a knight in the wrong era, was endearing in her own right.

Most of all, he wondered if he could get to see her more often.

"Eh?" It was then when he noticed... a sword? An european one? Damn. She was way too enamored with the knight-and-lady romances for one part (female knight and lord, in this case), and on the other, Tomoya worried in part by the sights people got from her sword, and Centorea's own paranoia.

As they arrived to the park, on a small opening big enough for a large centaur, Tomoya left his bags on the grass, and faced Centorea to wrap his hand around hers, which remained cradled upon the pommel of her weapon. He looked up.

"Oi. It's not like I'm defenseless, Centorea-san." He wasn't going to bring up the fact he got into fights. "You should be careful not to scare others. I'm more concerned for you given the dumb laws on your people have in here."

He tried leading her down to sit on her four equine legs, as if he was the larger person in the couple. "Besides, this is the place. The showing should begin soon. We should make ourselves comfortable."