A comically serious expression overtook the young man's face, and he accepted the Princess' words with all the air of a very important noble, pressing a hand to his chest to signal his vow to honor her words. Not that he knew much about what it was like to live that way, but he'd met more than his fair share of aristocrats. They were easy enough to mimic, and besides, they were play acting here. She was amusing, and bold, and he liked that.

Upon hearing she had unarmed herself, however unintentionally, his face turned thoughtful. This was an opportunity. He could help carve the rest of their path with ease, but what would he ask in return? Princesses must have many useful skills. Priceless trinkets, too. But there was one thing he'd never managed to convince anyone to try with him, and a sudden brightness lit his eyes.

With another bow, he extended his hand to her in a far more dramatic way than he had before. The implication, he hoped, was clear: Dance with me. Once they escaped the maze, of course. He snuck a peak at her expression in that moment, raising his head with a mischievous little smirk.