[That's right, the dress he made for her is lovely. It would be terribly conceited to assume out loud that that's the dress she's talking about, so he doesn't. Instead he laughs softly, shaking his head.]
Gracious. What a time and place for such frivolities indeed... [No sense whatsoever for what's appropriate, tut tut.]
Well, then, ma'am. May I? [He gives a light but formal bow, hand over his heart and everything. Apparently he's not the least bit hesitant about how they're even going to manage the height difference.]