She smiled. She smiled. Maxwell's smile was a cocky little smirk, something full of a confident bravado. But her smile was a little more playful and gleaming. She shifted her weight, less defined pose and more casual photo session. Which made it ever clearer that her waist and hip ratio, while still possibly male, was a lot more female.

She was caught, but she was going to make him say it.

"Princes would know a little of royalty," Her inflection changed, a lot more grounded, common speech. Not the gravity of words the prince used, "Many people like cats, and schools are a fucking tool to control and contain people. Before they get any big ideas."