Oh, dear. What to do, what to do? Eppie knew she would have to right herself and take care of any needed conversation, as her dance partner seemed to have expended the last of his reason with that 'hi'. Lord, but she was terribly tempted to pat his flushing cheeks! He wasn't exactly a baby-face, but his boyish stammering inspired much the same amused reaction in her. Only a few seconds - if that! - had passed, and the whore wondered how time was passing for Tico. By the look in his eyes, she was guessing he was stuck into one of those endless moments. Eppie let her hands close warmly on the upper-arms of her new friend, and gave an embarrassed, bashful flutter of her coppery eyelashes.
"Ah...sir." She murmured, in the one of someone who wished they didn't have to say what they were about to. "You...you seem t'be treading on my toe."