[ he does so love confident women. They're such a pleasure to converse with, but he chuckled, looking just a little abashed at his poor manners and he bows his head at the locket, unable to lose at least some of the social graces he was raised with. ]

My apologies, Miss Dalles. I should have done that first. My name is Oscar Vessalius, but I do so hope you'll just call me Oscar. It's been a pleasure after all.

[ and they were flirting already, weren't they? Shouldn't that excuse the more proper forms of address? ]