When I'm human. There's no denying the pure curiosity that sparks in him at that, at the idea of a human shapeshifter. Fairies, of course, could do it without thought, but actual people? Idly, he wonders if that is the sort of magical research Jasmine would be interested in, or if he's alone in this. "Ah, do not fear, mademoiselle. We in Aorlind are experts on ruined finery, regardless. Our princess is...active.

A wince. "A case in point. I would argue that the fight was terribly grand, for a nine and eleven year old, but you may find yourself disagreeing." He offers her his arm courteously. "To where? Wherever you may wish. This foolish man knows this behemoth of a palace inside and out. For Aorlind, the gardens are not hideous."