...oh, Plourr.

It's been a long time since Rial was a blushing boy who could barely look at his princess with a wet shirt on, but there's still the faintest hint of a blush. Still, he lets his gaze sweep down her body, and his smile grows.

"I think we owe it to the planet," he mutters, leaning forwards and brushing a kiss to her lips. "The people need to know if things are...accurate."