"Mademoiselle makes a fine point, and I count myself doubly honored to meet a figure graced with wit as well as beauty. Such a happy combination is an exception. For the fairness of your figure alone, I would have given my name in a heartbeat. Now that I have heard the quickness of your mind, now might I give you all that you could ask."

So saying, he bends down to one knee in a graceful motion, taking her hand (if only she will allow; it is, again, worth the effort to try) and ignoring the men and women who continue to jostle around them. "My name, dear lady, is Aleron Grantaire, called R, or R in many forms and variations, along with other names less suitable for reception by elegant ears. I am student and ruffian, a man of passion and of unending words, one both in and outside of this world and its turning.

"And I am honored, deeply honored, to hear you ask this poor man's name."