[He may not have realized who it was at first, she does look a lot different from the first time they met. Cuts a much finer silhouette in the dress she's wearing. It's beautiful, intricate, but he's not really looking at the details on the dress, he's looking at what it doesn't hide.

And if he hadn't been interested, he sure as shit can't help he heat that races through his body when she, even being quite a bit shorter than him, reaches up and pulls him down so she can murmur into his ear.]

Darlin', you may have noticed, I ain't the common option here either.

[And he'll reach up, hand taking the one at his neck to hold it. The porcelain does feel different compared to skin, but even his own skin isn't like regular skin. Rougher and worn, from ghoulifation and life out in the wastes.

He'll bring her hand to his lips, pressing them to the back of it, against her knuckles.]

But if you're looking for someone more princely, I ain't offended.