"I promise you, my dear lady, you will not have to request a resit." It wasn't so much ego as... All right, so it might have been complete ego and his faith in his own talents. He could not help himself, he knew he was good, not the best, but damn good.
He picked up the decapitated flower and held it in the same hand that held the flower she had given him earlier, then got to his feet. "Not too far, and the horses pulling my carriage are very swift" he held out his elbow to her ready to lead her if she truly wished to go.