"Aye, that I am." He nodded, but it was only a tilt of his head that was but to shame by the deep elegance she'd experienced moments before. He did stop picking his fingers, though, and instead moved toward her with a sly grin. "The King reckons I'm to look after you. I know I don't look like them fancy lads you've had before, but I was specially requested, y'know? I'm better at some things than they are." He chuckled a bit and swung his head, before reaching an arm out toward the girl.<br/><br/>"Where's me manners." Gone, was the simple answer. "Let me take that, while you dress up. King sends his regrets that he can't come and help you personally... He seemed quite keen on the idea. Y'know?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>