He pauses a couple of seconds, puzzled, although taking some care not to show it too obviously--then chuckles lightly, as though at his own folly.

"...ah... yes, I suppose so. You're right, of course, Miss Elsa. Perhaps simply club presentations, then, or something of that sort. But, ah, I don't mean to harangue you with my thoughts, when we've not even had a meeting yet."

It's not actually what he meant, but no need to say so; it's just as good--even better, really--to clarify his suggestion while saving her some face.