Yes

Affecting something of a regal dialect of your own, you gently take the flower from his hand. "Why, thank you, my Prince."

He seems delighted as he rises, and you hold the flower close to inhale its delicate aroma. Though it's a fine, sweet scent, the petals tickle your nose, and you gasp as a sneeze threatens. The Prince immediately notices your predicament and produces a handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish, allowing you to take it just in time.

You manage to stifle the sneeze modestly enough, and return the handkerchief with a grateful smile, however the Prince's own smile appears to have taken on a concerned tilt. "It is quite cold outside. Come, M'lady, let us take respite inside this house." He then takes your hand and leads you to a side door, bringing you into a quiet little mudroom with just a bench and a sink.

"I do hope you're not hurt," he says as he pulls a cord, turning the overhead light on. In the light you can see how finely crafted his costume really is, admiring the shimmering gold brocade. "That landing was entirely unplanned."

You feel a little sore, but nothing worse than what the heels of your own costume have put you through all night long. "I'm alright," you tell him, taking a seat on the bench. "Just glad to be off my feet."

"Ah, would you permit me to take care of your feet for you? But- Oh!" he exclaims, quickly kneeling at your side and softly taking your arm in his fingers. "This isn't good!" You see him staring woefully at a smear of dirt along your elbow that is now evident in the light, eyes scanning your body to land on another scuff upon your knee. "I cannot leave M'lady in such a state! Please, allow me to tend to you!"

You slowly take your arm back, meeting his worried eyes. He seems eager to take care of you, however you ask.