She sits up a little straight to look at the bushes warily, expecting at least two guards to jump out as soon as he mentions them. "Incredible," she murmurs, "the reminder that you've got your own personal guard was very subtle." She glances his way with a sly grin. "Your Majesty."

And lets out a little laugh, before shaking herself out of it. She's not trying to mock him here. It's not that she doesn't think he's capable, she does, but he's practically her age and he's so down to earth and it feels strange still to know a king of anything.

"Sorry, sorry - is it my turn?"