The Chevalier is...nervous. He wonders whether or not he should do this. Whether it is too risky and he should keep his hands to himself. But a part of him cannot resist and so casts a quick glance towards Jamie before moving away, out of the salon and into somewhere more private. If Jamie follows, he'll be met with a firm press against the wall and a hand in his skirts, searching for a decidedly masculine attribute.

"Your name?" the Chevalier asks as his hand moves in the fabric.