See, this is so much more a lot right in front of Inigo's salad current meal. If anything, it does confirm to him that this is very much the same person as the guy he met before, even if the gender and looks may be entirely different now. He had that same habit, right? Rambling on and on about things Inigo's little brain can hardly wrap itself around.

He's still idly poking at the food with a fork, but he's mostly just staring at her, gaze a little blank. It takes a lot to try and process this.

"Um. Well," he slowly starts, but clearly still seems quite out of his league. "I don't.. understand women very well."

To put it very, very mildly.

"So I can't be sure. Why did you not mind being called something like milady when you were a man?" Because if they figure that out, it may be easier to figure out why it's suddenly more of a deal now.