"I was concerned I might be under dressed," he offered bashfully, but did slip out of the sport coat, running one hand down his chest to smooth the white shirt. "You have such a lovely home," he praised gently. His tail flicked again as his eyes once more wandered, taking the details of the room in.
Kurt had not been raised with lessons in proper manners, all his manners came from reading Errol Flynn books and similar tales of chivalry. Much of what he did was over the top, but Kurt was such a playful personality that it fit him quite well. He happily kissed her hand, feeling very satisfied by the pink tint to her cheeks. "I am sure the lunch will be wonderful, but not nearly so much as the company." Once again, over the top, but it was just Kurt's way.
"Ja," he chuckled as she motioned to her hair. "It is an uncanny match," he mused, looking from the back of his hand to her hair, shaking his head slightly. "I met a lovely girl earlier with truly stunning pink hair which I found impressive." So what if it was dyed? It was not his place to reveal a lady's secrets. "But this is even more impressive," he chuckled.