Easily, like a beast caught in a trap, the victim of this ploy was waltzing right into his arms. Or, more accurately, he was wrapped up in the Prince's arms, both holding him steady, to allow him to properly balance upon his heels again. Looking up into the other's eyes, Lilia smiles up to him, allowing his fangs to poke out from his mouth. Those pointed ears of his poke out through his hair, skin almost as pale as snow.

"No, no I'm not-- um..."

Anyone would recognize those vibrant emerald eyes of the Prince. Both of Lilia's hands pull back quickly, as if embarrassed that he'd even thought to touch someone so special. "It's... simply.... a little more crowded than I expected, you see..." His eyes stay trained on Rook, his hands grasping at part of his own dress. "I wasn't able to watch where I was going. I didn't hurt you, did I?"