Emily? That's a lovely name. [Not that he doesn't think Alfred's name was nice. He waits until she zips her jacket before he takes her hand and gives it a soft kiss] It's a pleasure to meet you.

[When he bends his back, he notices the exquisitely short pair of pants she was wearing, so as he straightened his back, his face was brighter than a summer tomato. And again, her words tugged on his emotions quite easily]

b...boyfriend? My lady, I didn't imply such a thing. If I did,... I did not mean to be so forward.

...but if you may, your pale legs need to be spared from the gaze of men. It is simply proper to keep them hidden.