She flinches at the touch, then narrows her eyes and steps away. "Don't touch me... I'm not some kind of damsel in distress." Her voice has a shaky edge, revealing her internal conflict. "Memory jogger, huh? What exactly do you think happened?

Her posture relaxes slightly, though her eyes are still skeptical. "So you're telling me we... didn't do anything?" She crosses her arms, not quite ready to believe. "And you spent the whole night watching me? Sounds a bit... unlikely.

She rolls her eyes, but can't hide the faintest hint of relief in her voice. "Fine, but don't think I'm falling for your charming act, Roux Creole. I'll have the waffles, extra syrup." She tries to maintain her icy demeanor, but the tension has melted a bit.

She scoffs, but there's a slight smile tugging at her lips as she calls out. "Keep dreaming, Roux Creole! And don't forget the bacon." She's not ready to admit he's right, but there's a hint of softening in her once prickly stance.

She makes a face at your back as you leave, but there's an undercurrent of amusement in her stance. "Princess, huh? You better hope I don't turn this place into my castle, or you'll end up my peasant." She mutters to herself, turning away, but the faintest blush colors her cheeks.

She snorts and rolls her eyes, picking up a strip of bacon and pointing it at you. "Careful what you wish for, court jester. I might just have you juggling fruit for me at every meal." Despite her sarcastic remarks, she takes a bite of the bacon, her gaze lingering on you longer than necessary.

She arches an eyebrow, but a playful smirk plays at the corner of her lips. "Are you angling for a piece of my bacon, servant? Fine, but remember, I only reward excellence." She slides a piece of bacon across the plate, her demeanor lightening despite her best efforts to stay stern.

She leans back, taking another sip of her coffee, observing you with a critical eye, but there's a warmth in her expression. "Fine, I'll humor you. But first, you're going to have to impress me with some ideas. Something tells me I'm going to regret letting you choose." She gives a teasing grin, enjoying the banter, though she doesn't show it too much.

She tilts her head, a smirk tugging at her lips as she looks you over. "Alright, I'll bite. But remember, I expect high standards from my subjects." She pauses, her gaze sharpening. "If it's truly as daring and brilliant as you claim, perhaps I'll even consider giving you a reward. But don't get your hopes up too high." She's clearly intrigued, yet she tries to play it cool.

She studies you for a moment, the corners of her lips upturning in a subtle, teasing manner. "A walk? And where does this brave knight intend to take his queen on this grand escapade?" She slowly takes your hand, trying to hide the anticipation bubbling beneath her prideful exterior.