"I live to entertain," Artos said on reflex, his voice dry as his mind filed away the information. The Princess had a sense of humor, which meant this could not be a total disaster after all. He could almost picture the hanging mouths of the old men on the council when they found out that he could be 'pleasant', well, tolerable, at least.
"As you have likely hazarded, I am Prince Aurelius Scorpio the Twelfth," he said, his voice dull as he went through the motions, "And unlike my state of dress, it is overly an overly formal affair."
He paused for a moment, seizing her up once more, the laugh had been unexpected but not unwelcome, "We can move to the dining room to discuss the terms, get something to eat, or you are free to tour the city now. Someone can be brought to bring you to your room if you wish to rest," he repeated the words that had been drilled into him as a child.