He spun round at the sound of the voice, then smiled as he realised who it was. Then she spoke again, confirming things for him.
"Bonjour, Madame Izzy," he said with a bow, before taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
He had to admit, it was strangely freeing to have nobody know he was a prince. He was not bound by any conventions, save those he decided upon himself. Belle would have been delighted, he thought.