Xander's struggling to follow that one, Brigitta, sorry. He's a bit old fashioned and linear like that sometimes. Also, he's not absolutely trollied, which it is now becoming apparent that she is. "...a prince?"

He looks mildly horrified, and does flaily hand motions in the negative sort of vein. "Nooooo no no no, but thank you. Really. I'm allergic to really big knives. Another time though, you betcha."