A smile would form on his face as the woman spoke, her voice was a beautiful melody and the wink she gave him made him ask himself if that was flirting. It had been so long since anyone had looked at him like she did, it was the kind of thing he missed when he had been a wanderer. You never know how good life truly was, or how good you had it until the situation was changed. He was overjoyed that he was able to provide the beautiful woman in her time of need, and he didn't mind the flirting at all. "I am happy to be of service to you Miss, in your hour of need. I would hate the thought of you ever being alone. Such beauty deserves the company to admire it, and to be cold it a terrible thing. I will not have such a thing, I will keep you warm." His tone would be kind yet still carry the base of his deep voice, but in a way he was actually trying to flirt back. He was just not the best at it, it had been so long since he had even attempted to court a woman and now here he was trying to pick up where he left off all those year ago. He was no doubt rusty, he could only hope that she would not burst into laughter at his words.
It was refreshing to have someone to talk to that viewed him as a normal person, though he knew it wouldn't last after he introduced himself. He wouldn't have, if it was not the proper etiquette, but he would of loved to stand there with the strange woman and get to know her as a person and enjoying the way she eyed him. Maybe he would of have an enjoyable day finally, but alas he would give his name and title. If he had been a lesser man he would have kept it to himself, but that was not his style. He did not hide who he was, nor was he ashamed of it. Did he want to be just a normal man, sure but who didn't. He was in a position of power and respect, one that many would kill for yet he longed to be just one of the guys able to kick back and relax. Instead he had to sneak out of his village in the dead of night just to get some peace, still the flirting wink from the woman before she discovered who he was made the man feel young again before the weight of a country rose upon his shoulders.
He watched as her expression changed at his introduction, a slight frown forming on his face as she knelt down on her knees and bowed. It wasn't her words that would upset him, it was the fact that she placed herself below him by bowing. Sure most people saw it as a sign of respect, and Masaru did as well, to a certain point. However he has never felt that he was above someone else, and certainly never a woman. In Iwa when his people would bow to him, he would always return the bow. It was a sign of the mutual respect they all had for each other, the entire village was his family. Still this Desert woman had no reason to bow so low, perhaps she had thought him insulted by her flirting. She begged forgiveness, and told him she had come looking for him. This would make Masaru curious as to why this woman had come looking for him, last he had heard the village of the sand had fallen to the same corruption that plague his village before he cleansed it. He had no desire to deal with criminals, however he could not help but be smitten by the woman's beauty. If she was a criminal, she hide it well. Masaru had a knack for spotting criminals, even those that thought they could hide it from him. On this woman he could see no threat, and she did not strike him as an assassin sent to kill him. Unless this was her plot, still it would take more than a beautiful face to get the drop on him. His steel skin could manifest within a second, and nothing could penetrate it.
Masaru would approach the kneeling woman, stopping just in front of her head that was facing the dirt of the earth. He would grab the woman by the shoulders with both hands, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to pick her all the way up off the ground before placing her feet on the ground and releasing her. The man would look at her with his emerald green eyes as he raised a hand to her face and lightly dusted the dirt off of her face. "Come now Miss, there is no need for all of that. You've gone and gotten yourself all dirty." Masaru said with a smile as he bent down and retrieved his coat, dusting it off and returning it to around her shoulders. As he placed it on her shoulders from in front of her, he accidentally stepped to close and felt his chest press against the woman. He would step back immediately, leaving the warm coat upon her. "My apologies Miss, I fear I may have overstepped." Masaru would look out at the rising sun on the horizon as he thought of what the woman had said when she knelt down. His next words would still hold the same kindness as they held when he picked her up, yet there would also be a sternness in his voice to let it known the seriousness of his words. "I have no interest in dealing with criminals, which is what I have heard Sunagakure is full of. If you are a criminal I will give you one chance that I have never offered to a criminal, leave this land and never return. For I would hate to have to take your beauty from the world." Masaru would look toward the sun as he spoke these words as he was unsure he would have been able to say them had he been looking at her. Once finished he would turn from the sun and look at the woman once more, seeing her wrapped in his coat made the smile return to his face. "However, if you are innocent of guilt as I suspect you are then I bid you welcome to my Land, Miss Kamisora. Though I have no idea why you would come looking for me, I would love to speak with you about it."