After thinking, you nod for a moment. He seems nice and trustworthy, and your tail wags a little in instinctual happiness. "Okay, we can go back to yours, if that's okay. I don't know where I am or even what the nearest town is, and I have no money or anything of that nature."
He smiles at you and takes your hand, raising it up to plant a kiss on the back of it. You blush at this, then suddenly feel a little angry at your reaction - this whole thing feels totally gay, and yet you can't help but feel like you should play the role and be the demure woman your body seems to be.
"My name's Roger, a humble trapper in these woods. And your name?"
You pause for a moment - that's not something you really considered. It's hard to remember you own name, but even if you could, a man's name would hardly be fitting. Before you have a moment to think about it, your mouth opens and you spit out a word: "Lilac."
He gently guides you along towards the trail he came from. "A pleasure to meet you, Lilac. Let's go home."