It's a sweet sentiment, and it earns her a small smile and nod of assurance. Though, no matter who or what else they are, they are still Prince and Princess, because they have to be. Sweeney isn't going to push the matter though. There's no need, especially on a golden morning that makes what bits of her skin are exposed glow warmly.

His affect takes on some cheek, and he nudges her nose before leaning back to buy him more space to see their bare skin. A dimple is seated by the time his gaze returns to hers.

"Pretty sure most folk don't meet like this."

Naked in each other's arms after a night of fucking.