[ Having accomplished his primary objective of finding something more appropriate to walk around in than a simple robe — even if it required a rather humiliating trip to the costume department — the tall, young nobleman has begun to explore, dressed in a simple cream-colored buttoned-up shirt, a pair of tan slacks, and some matching dress shoes. It's a much plainer outfit than he'd typically wear, but with his long hair, he already tends to stand out in a crowd, and he's very much trying not to do so right now.

The sound of a scuffle followed by a blurted out marriage proposal, however, catches his attention, and instincts kick in. A quick glance around his surroundings is enough to trace the origin of the commotion to the nearby hallway, and he quickly rounds the corner to see a young woman being accosted in what he can only presume is an unwelcome manner. ]

Ah, pardon the intrusion... but would you happen to have the esteemed lady's permission to just grab her hand like that?

[ Without even thinking, Ferdinand's hand clamps down on the amorous fan's shoulder, a kind, polite smile on his face. But despite his impeccable manners, the grip of his hand is strong enough that it whitens his knuckles and causes some discomfort — stopping just short of outright pain, of course — to the amorous fan.

As he awaits a response, he turns his gaze to the young woman, only to be taken aback at her rather stoic, perhaps even unnoticing, demeanor, which perhaps takes him by surprise even more than realizing that what he thought was part of her hairstyle is actually two lengthy, pointed ears. ]