The blood quickly rushes to her face as the man turns around and shows a face unlike the one she imagines to meet. They share a rather comical silence as the man blinks once, twice. In her mind, a jumble of ways to apologize rushes to her throat but none could come out of her mouth. Uh... I'm not 'Isaac,' but... for you, I can be? No one had ever dared to flirt with the only daughter of the King, and so the obvious flirting of the stranger was waved away as a simple gesture of kindness.

Ashe was rather glad that the man is still smiling even though she had been so rude at first impression. She manages a sheepish smile, still blushing from the embarassment of yelling at a total stranger. "I-no! Th-there is no need for you to be Isaac," she stutters then muttering under her breath as an afterthought, "it is bad enough as it is to have one of him walking around Paixao; two of him would be utterly unbearable." Then realizing that she has not apologized yet, she quickly bows much lower than she would ever allow herself to do back in Ivalice, "Forgive me, I believe I mistook you for someone else."