Both eyebrows creep almost imperceptibly toward her hairline. There may even be the fledgling wings of a smirk curling her lips. The protectiveness always in tandem with the affection, the fond spark.

"However, still royalty."

Her eyes shift between the two. She's weighing her next words.

"Ah, I haven't tried myself. I don't, ah — know 'im as well as you do."