Will's attention had been turned away from the girl for the moment, or else he might have caught the fleeting look of disappointment that crossed her face. Just as well, because it only would have made him curious as to why he was a disappointment to someone he'd never met. His name was known amongst those with Navy ties, but he still kept a relatively low profile when it came to the greater part of London. Especially with those of a higher social standing, though he'd learned that with his position in His Majesty's Navy, he was at least given a moment of their time if he demanded it.
"I am indeed a military man," he said, turning back to the girl and giving her a small smile. "And fascinating is one word for it, I suppose. I'm afraid it's not as charming as one might imagine from the stories." Indeed, stories seemed to leave out things like scurvy and old wounds becoming infected. Not very pleasant at all. "I think a bit of creativity is also a requirement one might need to take the job of ribbon rescuer," he added, eying the ribbon that fluttered just out of his reach in the tree branches. He glanced around at the few people also in the park, then unbuttoned his jacket. "And a sense of adventure, I suppose," he added with another grin, handing the too-stiff jacket to her. He'd spent years climbing trees as a boy; jackets only impeded you. "Now, I'm going to reiterate that climbing trees in public property is very much an unacceptable gesture for those in polite society," he told her, looking quite serious. "So disregard what I do."