[Robert's face is... admittedly slightly flushed, with some awkward mixture of shame, trepidation, mild curiosity and princess-y flusteredness crossed with some unsettling yearning somewhere.

... He's not sure how he's going to explain this to Don, though Don took the whole Ingrid thing pretty well. And this'd be under the effects of an experiment.

... Maybe he won't mind?]

... I-I... [Thickly:] ... I am h-hardly the sort of p-princess - ... person to... well... [He trails off, before almost apologetically adding:] ... Usually I would be more professional.

... But such are... e-experiments. They seem determined to... bend us to these contrivances...