He watched her move, at first he was simply impressed by her grace and control, but before long, he was admiring some of her... other features as well. Her manner of dress was not helping the situation, either. He pressed his lips into a thin line, indulging himself in watching her body bend and twist itself under her garments. It was innocent enough at first, but he soon found his thoughts wandering somewhere else. He tried to ignore it at first, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, clearing his throat thinly as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, rubbing at the back of his quickly warming neck.
Her teasings fell on suddenly deaf ears as he watched her a moment longer, quite suddenly turning away entirely. He needed to clear his mind and find his center, and very quickly. He cleared his throat and concentrated on his breathing, blinking as her voice pulled him back to the present a few moments later.
"What?" He asked, blinking his dark eyes quickly as he watched her balancing herself gracefully over the bench. Gods be cursed, was she was going to drive him mad. Stark, raving mad... was she doing this on purpose? "I..." he began, licking his lips as he watched her a moment longer. "...We should, perhaps, go back." It was somewhat abrupt, but he honestly believed it the best plan of action at the moment. He was going to make a right fool of himself in front of the princess very shortly, he just knew it.