“You would dismiss my maid before asking me to change my clothes,” she says, glancing up (-and slightly down again, it's like finding air where she expects to step) with some exasperated amusement. The dress she has in mind might not be quite what he does, where riding is concerned, but

probably he'll understand the gesture when she makes it.

Assuming she can get the damn thing on with Yva having already disappeared into the market crowd. It is simpler than much of what she wears, so there's that.

“Are you surprising me, is that what this is?”

Some surprises are all right. This one is promising, and she's more than inclined to follow his lead.