[He still thinks about Anna, and while he can talk about her with a reasonable sort of voice, he'd rather just skip on those specific details. The ice doesn't escape his notice and he knows that it's coming from him, much to his irritation. It's a sort of irony that he doesn't appreciate, even if he wants to utilize it eventually.

But he smiles at Tifa, as if unaware of the ice that's sticking to the poor unicorn.]

I've sung with numerous people in the past. Dancing and singing, both are traits often expected from princes. It would be quite terrible if I let those people down!

[...]

I apologize, I don't believe I've mentioned that until now.