[ dammit, Maou. dammit, Maou. He is cursing himself in his head right now. She'd been touching him! Of her own volition! Because she cared about him! But he managed to make her stop doing that, too. He is remarkably good at failing at things, much to his chagrin, and that apparently includes dealing with the woman he likes. Any other girl, he wouldn't act this way around, but she's special.

well, obviously. she's the princess!! ]

T... Tch. I can't believe you didn't notice until now. [ he sounds less scolding and more gloomy, though. She really didn't look at him that way... at all... and his face already feels colder without her delicate ministrations. Shoulders slumping a little, he shuffles a little awkwardly around her, taking a seat near her in the water, where proceeds to look terrifically depressed. ] Even though I think I'm pretty manly and cool... No, I'm just a failed demon lord loser, after all...