No, this... prank of the locals'.

[Hubert nods his head slightly up to gesture towards it; the top strands of his hair brush against the leaves, considering the stall's overhand is only 6'5" or so. Hubert ends an arm, palm up.]

I cannot leave until I fulfill certain conditions. Your hand, please; I would appreciate the aid.

[Yes, he absolutely is intending to kiss her hand instead, because Hubert's like that.]