"Whether I have the right by birth to be here or not, you are a named and invited guest." He told her, with a faint smile, "Who is sneaking in a... a tradesmen!" His grin widened. "And if they recognise me or not, it's no matter. The more important question is will they want to recognise me? After all, I did not fall on my feet." He sighed though, as she tugged at his clothes, rolling his eyes, "Why are you doing that?"