Oh... [Her hands press to burning cheeks. Fukawa has to look away now. Having him??? Brb taking that phrasing and running a mile with it.]

W-well...I shall...[oh boy oh man oh wowie zowie] I'll d-do my best to see that these lips never tire...Your Highness.

[God, she needs to be home with a pen and paper, stat. She already has eight new scenarios she wants to write. A clumsy girl meets a handsome prince in the market, and finds herself suddenly ensnared in his service.

It's a premise ripe for the picking.]

Is there anything I c-can do for you now? Or should I await your call?