As much as it may have been a cutting remark by the armored woman, and as much as he doesn't appreciate her tone, it is genuinely useful to him. He's been frantically scrolling through all the terms of address he knows and he's pretty sure there isn't one for a Lord that isn't "your Lordship." Majesty, Highness, Grace, and Honor are all wrong. Good to have it confirmed.

Also he probably should have come up with a fake name, though it's far too late now. He'll keep that in mind if he ends up falling through another one of these.

He bows, as deep as he hopes is respectful without being overdramatic. "Phil Connors. I apologize for the, ehn, hassle, your Lordship."