[ As Hector pulls Dorothea up, a grin finally cracks across his face, and he stands up a little straighter. ]

I'd much rather have too many flowers than too few.

[ He reaches out again, grasping her hand firmly and giving it a solid shake. His mannerisms, the way he does this--it's clear that wherever he's from, or whatever he's done values a good handshake. ]

Hector. It's a pleasure, Dorothea.

[ And after a moment, he drops his hand. ]

You need a hand? This place is covered in petals.