"What, had enough?" There is, unfortunately, no winning with this guy; you could sit and have a heart-to-heart for hours and at the end he'd still take the opportunity to needle you about your wandering attention. Still, his wave at her is amiable enough. "I respect your endurance. Most crumble far quicker."

Then he assays at her a deep, courtly bow - perfect in form, precisely calibrated to her imagined rank. Respectful, deferent, and gallant. "Milady."