[Her language doesn't bother him. If anything, it reassures him too - because no matter how much he screws it up, she has his back. (He's almost amazed the neighbors haven't commented on his rough speech.) His face grows slightly redder at the compliment, pretending to ignore her (equally) red face.]

Thanks. You look good too. [Wait, was that the right compliment? Her dress is gorgeous, and for a minute, he almost wishes she'd dress like this on the Legacy. Almost, because she looks gorgeous in anything she wears.] Uh, you look beautiful?

[Nevermind. If he tries to find the right adjective, they're going to stand around all day - and he's certain that the Count would put them on his blacklist.]

Only? [Social functions still aren't his forte, no matter how many of them he's been dragged to. Senel's convinced that he's never going to flourish in them, even if he tries his darndest.] I guess... I guess that's not so bad, if we're skipping out on the symphony. What excuse did you give him? ["So I don't screw up (again) and give him a faulty answer."]