His stance only gets more rigid at the casual dismissal. Of course, he's being...ridiculous and roundabout. And she seems...fine. Of course she seems fine. Of course Lady Cassandra Pentaghast would be fine fighting nightmares in the Fade. "No, ma'am," he says crisply, because damn it all, he might as well get on with it.

Give him a moment to gather his words back up. "After...all that happened in the Fade, I...had thought it might be prudent to...check in with you." No, that's not quite the right phrase. "Check up on you, in fact." That's not weird or overly familiar, is it? Oh Maker, it is, isn't it?