Ah. How romantic. He should have known that was going to be it - that dear, kind Sonia...didn't want to be Princess Sonia, To Be Handled With Kid Gloves. His lips quirk up, equal parts acknowledgment and sympathy, as he looks up at her. Then, once again, he lowers his head in acknowledgment.

"You have my word."

And then he looks up, and his eyes crinkle as he teases - "Just don't tell me you actually were a Jacksonian Baronne all along."