The man who'd aided him in using those odd picture devices had told him it would be best to introduce himself as Henry Tudor, but he would have none of that. No one had the right to call the King of England, whether or not he be from this time, by a name without a title attached. It just wasn't done, and Henry was not about to conform to a world he wasn't apart of, current customs be damned. So, never being one to shove his ego aside for simplicity, he bowed to her in a way that only those of the past could do, fluid and gracefully.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle," he said, tapping into the fact that he was fluent in French - which was rather ironic, being that relations with France (in his time) had only recently gotten to the point where the two countries weren't trying to shoot one another. Rising from his bow, he smiled at her, thoroughly pleased that she was a beauty. It seemed this world did have some...perks to it.