He nearly dropped the metal he was holding! The muscled young man blinked, and turn to look at her, brow furrowed in disbelief. He didn't know exactly what to say at first. "Are you...serious?" He asked her. 

Ok, he needed to think this through. She was a Queen apparently, and she was used to being waited upon hand and foot. Also, she might expect him to be in awe of her. And she certainly was pretty, and would probably be gorgeous if she grew her hair out and filled out a bit more. But that didn't make money appear in his pockets. 

"Queen Ferona..." He hesitated, and then sighed. "Look, I have some extra money but it's only for emergencies. I can't buy you a dress. I'm too busy. Maybe if I can finish my work here and get paid for my contracts I'll have enough left over to help you out, but I can't at the moment." 

He began working on his smithing again. "Then again, if you do a few chores around here once you're feeling better, I might change my mind."