Anthony watched with disinterest as Olivia swayed and looked around like a fool, and then back at him as if he's supposed to do something about this. "It is, ma'am," Anthony responded to her question, standing up as well and pulling his gloves back onto his hands. Despite feeling slightly irritated, he was still a pretty nice man and willing to bear all these questions and the trek to her home if so needed.

Anthony gently guided her with his hand, as to not let her fall or make an idiot of herself or anything like that, really. All those things that nobles are concerned about for some reason—not to say that he isn't concerned about those things as well, but definitely to a lesser extent.. (Maybe he should let her make a fool of herself, though. It'd be funny.)

With that thought, then, Anthony did nothing to help the poor woman when she tripped on...the floor? He's almost impressed. "Yes," he answered Olivia's question, perhaps rather vaguely, but it's not as if he was being asked what exactly his name was. Just whether or not he had a name. Once they had made their way outside, Anthony already started cursing his empathy, unsure of whether he can handle a whole trek like this.