[ There is a moment where Ferdinand worries that he truly misunderstood the situation. Perhaps this man was just an overenthusiastic paramour, not some fan with no boundaries of personal space. But when her expression changes, Ferdinand breathes a mental sigh of relief to himself, glad that he didn't just accost someone for no reason. ]

Oh, there should be no bother. This person had confused you for someone else and is just leaving. [ He claps the fan's shoulder, ever the portrait of politeness, but with just enough force that it reminds the fan of just how badly things could have gone. ] That is correct, yes?

[ The fan scrambles to his feet and scurries off, and if it isn't because of Ferdinand, it might be because of the bodyguards that have caught sight of him and are giving chase. Either way, they are soon alone. ]

My apologies. I saw him grab your hand and acted quickly, and for a moment, I worried that I had been a bit too hasty.