I can't treat you as one when... all you do is insult meeeee... ( she whines, like a child, as if she's not also insulting him in return, but, look, details.

if he wants to be treated as a prince, he should behave as one? except, she wouldn't want that fake, smiley hajun, either. the real him — unmasked by the fifty thousand walls he's built around himself, similar to her. maybe it's selfish of her to want to see a glimpse of it, but... they've already kind of screwed each other in that regard, anyway, haven't they? showing each other things that normally nobody would be allowed to see.)

... ( she pauses for a moment, thoughtful. ) ... and... if you could save someone... would you still refrain... ?