[That elicits a snort from him, mainly because he's having a hard time imagining anyone clinging onto such old social graces during a war of all things. Sure, he still calls people Mister or Miss, but he honestly doesn't expect anyone to get offended about leaving it off.]

Maybe you should curtsy to everyone. [He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms against his chest even though he's got a few bags hanging from them already.] Better be careful, or else they'll take away your title and you'll be a plebe like the rest of us.