I am. I'm Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

[Here he bows slightly... well, as best as he can when he's still in her grasp. At least the pressure is less, so that's something. He appreciates it. Hans offers her that same apologetic expression, and he finally decides to take on a more earnest disposition once more.]

I must apologize again for not mentioning it sooner, it's not something I try to hide. It's best if we all be honest with each other, right?

[Wait, business?? Oh, he's definitely getting dragged into this, isn't he? You know what, maybe he will have fun doing this. It's not like he's currently trying to steal a kingdom from someone right now.]

Did you need to practice singing? Or are you thinking of lyrics at this stage?