Yuki smiled softly, almost as if bemused. She was supposed to be Prince Leon's anti-assassin bodyguard, not some dainty maiden for him to treat like a dainty snowflake as it were. She was supposed to maintain a decorum of professionalism, not gallivant about arm-in-arm with the man she was supposed to protect.

Oh well.

She loops her right arm around his, and gives a faint smirk. "Lead on, Your Highness."