"Yeah," he sighs, sitting inward-facing on the windowsill with a remarkable lack of concern for the height given how recently he fell from it and his avowed desire not to do it again. "But can you see how - if it's just my word against your mom's about things out there in the world and you just decide to trust her and not me because you've known her for longer, if she is lying you're never going to find out about it? I really, truly don't have any ambitions whatsoever about your hair. I'm just particularly concerned about the king and queen right now because I'm upset about stealing the princess's crown, and they're a good king and queen and I like them and so do a lot of other people, and I really don't think any of the things you're afraid of are going to happen. That's not to say they couldn't, there are people in this world who'd do those kinds of things and sometimes they get their way, but the fact that you're the vanished daughter of some very nice people who also happen to be royalty makes it damn unlikely that the nasty folks would get anywhere with you. They've gotten a lot more security-conscious since losing you the once."