[There's a low huff of amusement at that.] Clearly.

[He pauses, considering. On the one hand, it isn't his responsibility to convince his fellows to play nice with the locals. On the other hand, anything that reflects badly on one Stranger might well reflect badly on all of them; it's clear enough from the broadcast itself that the local Blood consider them both ignorant and safe to dismiss, which is a dangerous thing in a city with tensions running as high as they are.]

It might help if you considered the titles less marks of status, and more acknowledgment of magical power. As far as I can tell, Blood shopkeepers and servants are considered Lords and Ladies just as much as those who could actually be called nobility.

[Which is hideously confusing, but here they are.]