[Mr. Probably a Servant of the Royal Family should know better than most, shouldn’t he? But far from being insulted on their behalf at the mere idea of Malon potentially thinking something remotely negative about them, Sheik laughs - actually laughs - as her flustered flailing reaches a fever pitch. He can't help it! She's just trying so hard! Does she really think whatever she imagined could be worse than what he's thought himself all this time?

Ah, but of course she does. It's not as though he's ever spoken with her at length about the Princess like this. His chuckling subsides quickly enough, rare as it is, save for one final giggle as she seems to concede to his request on one condition. He schools his expression into something more sober, though his eyes still sparkle a little with amusement as he places his free hand over his heart.]

This shall ever remain between us. Upon the Goddesses, I'll not breathe a word.

[If only she knew! But if she did, he would never get to speak with her casually like this. Solemn oath declared, he turns his attention to his pie, debating how to go about eating it. As an afterthought, he adds:]

I do owe you for your own discretion all these years with regards to the ranch hand, besides. [Ingo finding out too much about him would have been Bad—]