[ He enjoys getting that reaction out of her far too much. What a gremlin. ]

Th, They're not... [ miracles. ] Never mind.

[ She starts looking around the house. It has a familiar vibe to it, the minimalist way he seems to live, though she can't place it and doesn't comment on it. Maybe it's because it doesn't look like a prince lives here? Maybe that's why it bothers her.

But whatever. She's disillusioned with the upper class by now anyway. ]

I still don't have his consent to be here, though if we're concerned about his health...

[ That's a good enough excuse. They should check on him. ]