"Wow, you must have had strict parents. No TV, huh? I was wondering if maybe you were from a Renfaire in that dress, but you know. Maybe a commune? Doesn't matter." He pauses and scratches at his coxcomb. "Maybe I fell into a Renfaire? Does that happen? I dunno."

A parade of strange expressions cross his features, and he does a strange sort of waddle-in-place dance. He ended with something like a cross between bedwetting excitement and determination. "I don't know where I am, milady, but please allow me to be your escort."

He offers an entirely ungainly bow - surprising enough, without overbalancing - and looks up with puppy-like hope.