Oh. Oh, no. The sound of thunder outside, the look on Malleus' face-- if Lilia wasn't careful, if he didn't stop pushing Malleus, they might be looking at quite the fierce storm forming outside. It's difficult to place his own feelings in a way that would calm the boy, that would make this dense prince understand. No, he isn't phased, though he is trying his best to deescalate the situation... which he is not great at when it does not involve sweet frozen treats.

"Malleus."

Lilia's tone is gentle, yet firm. An attempt to get through to him, to cut through his thoughts with the next words he speaks. "How am I supposed to do anything but assume, when you don't tell me?"

"As knowledgeable and amazing as I am, I do not have the ability to read your mind. For me to understand, to truly understand, I'd need to hear from you. I am doing the best I can with what you have expressed."