[It's certainly a lot more formal than any of Caitlyn's experiences here have been so far. Which, it's probably good that she's been eased into it. She's never been overly fond of the pomp and pageantry that usually comes with such noble formalities.

Luckily, the Free Cities aren't as keen on those sort of things compared to her home of Piltover. Which is probably why she's fine with this event, and is, in fact, quite looking forward to it even.

Caitlyn can only watch, trying very hard to keep a straight face as Claude bows. The way it's done is clearly meant to be humorous. A humor she returns with a classical Piltover-styled curtsey that practically creaks with stiffness. Two can play that game, Sir.]

Why, how could I deny such a charming request?

[Caitlyn gives up then, breaking into a quiet laugh. It's utterly ridiculous, but also utterly charming. And despite her long proximity to an similarly charming rogue in Jayce, she's still charmed all the same.]

I think we're a little late for first impressions, you and I.

[Holding out a hand, she appraises him curiously. Not that she minds, he'll be a welcome break from people stepping all over her toes. But Caitlyn does have to wonder.]

What brings you here, Good Sir? You don't seem like someone who'd need assistance with basic formal dancing.