I'd make a horrible princess. I don't have the, uh...obvious requirements. Plus, I'd be terrible at it. I'm no good for something like that.

[It's a miracle that Midna likes him. He can't imagine that subjects would like him a lot. He fidgets a little, still flustered when Midna gets so close to him in a form he can't really touch back (aside from throwing her like a football, which would probably be frowned upon?).

But it does sound nice, when he thinks about it, except.]

Are you going to make me beg, too? [He'd probably enjoy it.] I guess it'd be an honor if it was your decision.