[He can't help but feel relief when Cornelia admits that he isn't the reason for the lines of worry on her forehead. He knows by the twinkle of amusement in her eyes that she's being honest with him and the knowledge of it makes him smile genuinely.
Thought the sentiment makes the need to touch her greater, he doesn't move an inch, concealing well his disappointment when she leans back, moving away from him. Instead, he sits upward slightly, an aloof air on his face, a slight smirk on his lips.]
You have no idea how happy I am to know that. Still, worry doesn't suit you well, Princess. Anything I can help you with?