[Oh shit, way to ramp up the awkwardness he was already feeling; before he can even think about what she's actually saying, he lifts his hands nervously, face going pale while his cheeks go pink, and blurts out:]

No, noooo no no, it ain't like that!

[Because the last thing he wants to think about is "falling in love" with anyone he might be having intrusive sexual thoughts about recently.

But of course that wasn't actually what she meant.

He realizes that once he's had half a second to get over his hasty reaction, and lifts his hands to fix his hair instead, laughing nervously. Oops. Right, that was . . . a metaphor? Or something? What's it called again when people are just comparing two things without actually saying they're the same thing?]

I-I mean . . . wait, you're just saying they're both kinda . . . like that, right? Yeah, yeah, I get what you mean, ha ha . . . yeah, uh, I never thought about it like that before, but I guess that's on the mark. Sometimes it just builds up until suddenly you're stuck with it!

[Heh. Okay. Right. Nice save. Totally. He clears his throat:]

You seriously never got any sex ed or anything at all? Is that a princess thing or what? So you're a real princess . . .