There goes that personal bubble again, as he steps right up behind her.

"Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a...very wet dress?"

And when she does turn to face him, her expression makes him take a step back. "Oh. I see. You don't trust me." The look on his face is not quite angry, but it's definitely annoyed. "Fine."

And the coat gets tossed down onto the arm of a nearby chair.

"I am genuinely hurt. Do you know why they call me Hatter?"