Their smile was pleasant and pleased, nothing more than you might expect from someone enjoying a sunny day. The guess was close, but skewing older which in this context was pleasant enough. Appreciation, whatever the form, was nice.

She let the façade slip, not fully. A slight shift in her weight to a more casual stance. Dropping the airs of her dialog, playing at a Prince. Not enough to destroy the mask or the entire game, but it put her a little less guarded, a little more honest. "Confidence and flattery. I've never felt that my advances would be reciprocated, so I'm not really one to flirt that way. It's kinda nice."

And after that, they resumed the game. Drawing back to their full height and expression schooled and tailored to verbal sparring, less than earnest weakness.