"Thank you; you are all kindness." Jacques paused, a little unsure of how to continue. If he had been writing such a conversation he could jump from each line of dialogue with uncommon speed and dexterity- and write it in twelve-syllable rhyming lines, too- but he found himself tongue-tied when it came down to it.
"I, ah... this is a very beautiful ball," he finished, a little lamely. "Are your parents 'ere?"