[Holy shit, he's in love with a princess. He covers his face with his hand, doing that thing where he covers up a blush that will never come. His tail starts to flick as he tries to process this.

He lowers his hand and looks at Midna before opening his mouth. He shuts it. He opens it again, but still no words come out, so he shakes his head uselessly. He finally gets it right on the third try.]

That...that explains a lot about your personality.

[A funny joke, right? About how she's demanding and always right and never does anything for herself, except then Dylas opens his mouth to remind her of how he sees her.]

You're always so firm and you really think things through, even if you don't like to show your emotions...and you're...uh. In your other body, I mean. Really. Beaut...regal.

[Crap.]

It all makes sense now.