[Oh, he remembers alright. It was just a manner of being linked to the threadreaching into his internal file cabinet of his mind. He manages a light smile - the shift may have made him act mildly embarrassing, but it doesn't seem so bad in hindsight.

He adjusts his glances and goes on in a light-hearted tone as he looks over from his own stool.]

And you must be the princess. Don't tell me that some dragon had you captive for all this time; I never received a memo regarding it.