Will started again. He bowed with a flourish. "Mam'zelle..." He held out his hand. "Charmed, I'm sure. Well-- I'm sure YOU are anyway." He grinned as she rose from her seat and he pulled the chair out smoothly. Then, he led her back to the chair and slid it in -- fast -- before she could fall. It still wasn't terribly graceful, but he hoped in a real situation the lady would have more of a sense of when to sit. At least his dummy wasn't crying this time.