"Miraculous," he gasped as he beheld the glory of properly done toast. The fact of the matter that she reached out to touch him didn't bother him in the least. As a prince, it was always very taboo for others to touch him, but as a living, breathing metaphor for sensuality, he'd grown to accommodate it. Not that he would see himself in that way, as a metaphor, but all characteristics for a proper sexual fantasy seemed to be at large in his personage, despite his random bouts of obliviousness towards whatever it was his brides were gagging for whilst he sat in his study and read up on minor taxation policies throughout the history of Wales.