Mason, though wholly unprepared for what he was about to do, crouched down so that hopefully Miss Warbeck would not have to raise her skirts too high for him to retrieve the gnome. He could see it's lumpy little form protruding from the fabric so he had a vague idea of where it was; the problem was that is had climbed particularly high into her dress. Inwardly groaning, he took a deep breath, trying not to let the blush on his cheeks get the better of him, and carefully wound one hand into her petticoats to remove the dratted little cretin.

He put one hand at the small of her back to steady her, though truly was not certain it was of any use. He tried to be quick in his acquisition of the gnome, but it proved to be quite entangled into the folds. His hand definitely brushed her leg on more than one occasion, but he was thankful for the cotton of her bloomers to keep it from being even worse than he thought. Not that that he thought being in her skirts was a bad thing, no, well he should be thinking about being in her skirts at all, but he was and now he couldn't stop thinking about it and for fuck's sake he needed to get this over with.

Finally, he managed to get his fingers wrapped around the creature, and in turn it sunk its teeth and claws into him. He yelped, but held on as he extricated his hand from up her dress. It took quite a bit of willpower not to curse at it as he used his other hand to try and pry it from his skin. Blood was trickling down his arm now, soaking into his shirt as he grappled with the gnome. "I got it." He managed, as he tried to pull it off.