[The first call shoots him to his feet like nothing else ever could; he whirls and scans the crowd at knee-height with intent, focused hope.]
"Princess!?"
[The most beautiful girl in the world bursts from a gaggle of onlookers and pelts directly into his legs, and it's all he can do to just bend enough to hold her there.]
"Haha. Hey. ... Yeah? ... Yup."
[Oh, good, she's unpeeling. This is just the perfect window of opportunity to pick her up and swiftly snuggle her half to death. Ignore his stubble, shh.]
"Nope. You did good, princess. You did real good."
[And if he has any say in it she will never have to do real good with being lost in Blüdhaven ever again, ever. He wraps his arms around her and ditches the scene, slipping away and walking fast.]