Hope was finding the man to be very charmingly silly. She couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past her lips. She did as he indicated for her to do and smiled back at him when he prompted her for her name. It would have been rather fun to not learn one anothers names at all, she personally thought. At least, for a first meeting. There was something dreadfully romantic about that concept. “I’m Miss Hope Crawford. And you are? Sir Lancelot, I assume.”