Not only is he staring up at Princess Sonia Vorbarra's face, he is also older than she is. Dear god. He might just faint if doing so wouldn't just put him directly back into the snow. Shaking his head a bit to clear it, he reluctantly drags his gaze away from her.

"No, no. Of course. I won't tell," he says hurriedly, throwing up his hands. Better to promise that than even try to explain where he's seen her before. (Although he could truthfully say he's seen her portrait ... At the tender age of eight or nine, when he'd dragged Gregor up and down the halls of the Residence screaming curse words at the possible ghosts skulking about.) "And given you've just rescued me, I'm in no position to criticize."