No, considering who she was

Knowing that the conductor was, in fact, a high ranking member of the Clockwork Tower, Walter restrained himself. No reason to anger Taylor without the safety net of the watch.

“Excuse me,” Taylor said, “but the train will be arriving in ten minutes.”

Walter nodded. “And I assume that you are just here to make sure all the passengers are awake?”

“Correct, young lord.”

Walter waved Taylor away. “Please, I am no lord yet. When my father dies, perhaps, but even then it is only a minor house. I do not, I think, warrant the title of Lord. Mayhaps in the future I might earn it, but as is, I am of the opinion that you currently have more worth than me.”

“Oh?” Taylor twitched slightly at Walter’s words before looking at him curiously. “Why is that, if I might be so rude as to ask?”

“You have a job, as far as I can tell. You at least provide something to this world, while I contribute nothing,” Walter said with a shrug.

Taylor smiled slightly. “Your words flatter me, little lord. Though, I do believe that you sell yourself short. Underestimating one’s self is just as bad as arrogance, after all.”

“Perhaps,” Walter allowed. “Though I think it is a more accurate judgment of one’s self. After all is said and done though, I will eventually climb to a position of some worth. Then I will be worthy of the title of Lord. A title which, if I remember correctly, you have just used despite me explicitly saying I was not worthy of it yet.”

“You sell yourself short once more, little lord,” Taylor said with a cheerful smile. “You are more of a lord than most of those that travel this line. They are arrogant, sure of their own superiority. You are humble, but sure of your own eventual superiority. That makes you more of a lord than most.”

Walter nodded at the compliment. “Now it is you who are flattering me. But please, just call me Walter. Perhaps we shall meet by some chance of God. London’s streets are mighty, true, but this is quite the small world.”

“Then, should we meet again, my name is Taylor. By the will of God, I shall see you again, little lord,” Taylor said with her cheeky grin still plastered on her face.

“I do believe,” Walter said with a frown, “that I asked you to not call me that?”

“Aye,” Taylor agreed. “But that said, you also told me that I am, at the moment, worth more than you. So then, why should I listen to you little lord? Unless you were lying?”

The young man scoffed at the words. “I do not lie. I cheat, but I do not lie!”

“Then,” Taylor said as she turned to leave, “I bid you goodnight, little lord. May you find your worth in this clockwork world.”

Taylor paused finally at the door. "I would have thought you would ask me what my gender is. Most do."