"Dreadfully dull English? I like that, though please to not tell a soul I said that, it would get me into nothing but trouble." He was relieved she did not make a fuss or seemed to overly care. "A Scotsman in London, it hardly fits. Not now, anyway. I do my best not to cause a stir, to put people off and make them uncomfortable. But if you would prefer I do not pretend I won't continue." and with that he dropped the English accent.
He took the flower and even though he did not believe her words about herself he did not argue. "There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." he brought the flower to his nose to smell it, but kept his eyes on her beautiful face.