His honeyed voice sent a chill up her spine as she moved closer to the door, nearly brushing his shoulder because he stood in the center of it, and her eyes locked on his and there was a moment he didn't seem like he would move. He lingered a few seconds too long, until he finally stepped aside to let her pass. Their robes brushed ever so slightly as she passed him and her natural self-preservation instinct, borne from years of hyper vigilance and warfare, told her she should not allow this young man to be behind her.