Worried?

[He has no idea what his face looks like sometimes. And it's probably for the best.

Louis summons up all of his tact. Every last drop.]

You look...far decent-er than I.

[And then he makes himself very busy patting his mount's neck so no one can see how red he is. His hunting party is very politely ignoring them. They're good men, all.]

She is called Belle.

[And she is so chestnut she is nearly gold.]