[Hilda please, Caitlyn knows damned well that you're aware of your own attractiveness. And that shameless streak too.]

It seems I've done you a grave disservice. Is there a quota of how often I should remind you?

[It's half teasing, half serious in that way things like this often are. This dance feels like the best time for such an occasion too somehow.]

Crying in front of this many people? I'd have to spirit you away in case your makeup smudges. Is that enough responsibility?