The mirth of the young woman, as they walked was quite enjoyable, and that he was the one to be causing it only added to his pleasure. He laughed at himself too and gave a playful shrug to her. He didn't know how he might stump historians, but he was sure he might find a way. He had a friend who had talked of dressing his cats up to join his burial chamber to have them believe that past Scotsmen surrounded themselves with dressed felines.

Was she flirting back? It seemed to be so, it did not come naturally to the woman by his best guess, but then how could she be blamed for that when the whole of society forced her to behave just so, in order to not be cast outside of it?

He nodded happily to her compliment ”Perhaps she would, it is not good form to blow one's own trumpet but I like to hope that I would be a desirable match.” he smirked to her.

The moved on to the next scenes, it was a little quieter here but there was still plenty of patrons enjoying the macarbre displays. ”I find myself a little surprised that you haven't found your own match yet, you must be harbouring quite the dark secret to be able to counter your other charms. Tell me, do you honk like a goose when you laugh heartily?” he placed his tongue between his teeth, quite obviously poking fun as he moved to loop his arm into her.