Antony was quick to help a woman in need, as a gentleman should, and quickly bent down to help the tiny woman retrieve her garment, but not before sparing a quick glance to the soft-looking, pale skin just above and a bit inside her bodice. One would have thought that by now, with so many low cut gowns swirling about him and his last little companion who tended to bounce that certain ample area of her anatomy, that he would have grown tired of looking. But he was still a man after all and he knew well that if he did not his eyes would very well burst from their sockets with their eagerness to see.
Once they were both upright once more he surrendered the garment to her completely, an easy smile on his lips. "There you are, My Lady, no harm done to your lovely shawl I hope." he spoke, an English accent on his tongue and he hoped it would stay there. It was never a good idea to be the only Scot in a room full of Englishmen, and if he was lucky he could keep it up. There were a few words that would give him away, and he did his best to avoid them in conversation. Unfortunately 'Gourock' was one of those words, so far he had not been asked his full title but he knew his luck would run out sooner or later.