“I am royalty - you are in the presence of Princess Catherine of the House of Ungeheuer.”
“Bollocks.”
“I beg your pardon?” the princess sputtered back, not used to being talked so crudely to by a commoner.
“Of course you’re the Princess, dearie. I’m sure royalty like yerself just love stomping ‘round the backwoods in the middle of the night, without even an escort. I may be old and poor, but I certainly ain't a fool.”
“How dare you mock me!? My situation may be unfortunate, but I am still of noble lineage. Also, it’s not easy for one to get an escort when one’s bloodthirsty relative is out to murder you.”
“What’s eh?”