... Well. Hello, there! I think I've frightened quite a few girls, but I simply can't understand why. My coun-- counta-- counteny-- ... face isn't frightening, is it? It just can't be my face. *frets* Is a hair out of place? I thought I was having a bad hair day, but my typist told me "No, no, you can't even move, you idiot!" Pfft. What does she know? There might be minute gusts of air in the coffin that, you know, ruin my hair. *sniff* Nobody understands what impeccable grooming it takes to stay as good-looking as I do. It's almost my duty as a prince. I must look good for my royal subjects.