The moment she said those words, Garret realised that his own mouth had gone quite dry. Setting his plate of cake down, he followed Lyra to the exit with a rather stupid look on his face, as if he'd been Confunded by a really strong magician. He stopped beside her and with more hope than actual belief that she would do it, he offered her his arm, "I'll do my best to quench your thirst, my lady."

The words came out overly cheesy and rather comical with his east London accent trying to pull off an upper crust quality. But he was beyond making a fool of himself in front of Lyra, and she still seemed to want to go out with him! Maybe he really DID have something about him after all.