[D'aww, Peony, you sweetheart. Norma beams and leans her head on her hands.]

Y'know...you're the first fancy-pants I've met who has ever been so...accommodating and nice. I mean, there were a few here and there, but the majority's a bunch of stuffy jerks. What are you, anyway, huh? A duke? Count? Or maybe a prince? Do you happen to have a princess waiting back for you or should I get in line now~?

[SUBTLE AS A FLASHING NEON ELEPHANT.]