[Chloe notices that he's watching, and she's considerate enough to undo the tie again and start over at a slower pace, hopefully so he can learn it himself. It's amazing, the things you're taught growing up in nobility.

His reassurance earns a small smile.]

Your kindness is appreciated -- I'm grateful.

[Catching herself, she colors slightly as well. Defaulting back to "proper speech" hasn't been without effect, clearly.]

I mean -- thank you. It means a lot to me.

[With the tie done and straightened to her liking (after a momentary fumble thanks to those self-conscious few seconds), she steps back and nods.]

All set. You look good. [...] It -- It looks good, I mean. All together. On you.

[She glances aside, clearing her throat and ignoring the color in her face that won't go away. She's made it this far, Nerifes help her, she is not going to make a fool of herself by tripping over her words like this.]

That aside, um-- [no ums, it's not ladylike] --it's only dinner tonight. The Count invited us to the theater to see the symphony, but I respectfully declined, so... it should only be a couple of hours.

[Which, really, isn't long at all to her. She knows how long social gatherings can drag on in the upper class, but fortunately this is a small dinner rather than a full party.]