( Now now, there's no room for shame here. If the saying goes "shame, shame, know your name", well. They didn't, did they? Not until now. How's that for a leap of logic? She introduces herself and his hand slowly draws away from Reiner, splaying over his heart, and she recognizes the old-fashioned greeting near-immediately. Ah, yes. One Of Those. )

Sir Lancer, then, if I'm to be a Lady. There's nothing to be forgiven; it's very nice to make your acquaintance. I did spirit you away, after all.

( It's not much of a given name, she supposes, but she has no clear intention of hassling him about it either. He's welcome to his secrets if he feels the need, or to apologize and use old-fashioned manners whether he's genuinely from a different type or just some sort of nerd (doubtful). That chagrin doesn't last long. His reply is an affectionate one, kind, and she dips her head as she sifts a lock behind her ear in something a touch demure and humble. )

If that's quite all it takes, then I suppose I'll scrape by. You're very kind. You said you were accustomed to hunting hounds? What was it you hunted?