[ the man who approaches him has as much of a regal air as he does, albeit better dressed given he is wearing a suit and henry is still in his pajamas. this doesn't bother him, however. he's been trained, nearly from birth, to navigate embarrassing issues like this and when he turns to address the stranger, his posture is perfect and he gives a slight tilt of his own head in acknowledgment of the bow.

despite his otherwise cooly schooled expression, there's a definite hint of confusion in his eyes. he's never heard of this "Lizzie," and the man speaks with a somewhat older style. granted, his only experiences with americans have been through alex's family, and he's always gotten the feeling that they are rather unique. it's something he'll have to look into more, at a later time. instead, he takes a second to regard his settings again (not unlike his home, in many ways), and then looks back at the stranger. ]

Henry, Prince of Wales, if you please. And if I may ask, if this is no terrorist or kidnapping situation, where the hell am I?