Sunspire Mountains what's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?

The prince raised a brow, not fully understanding what she was playing at with her talk of vampires and bat bites. He let out a short, awkward "heh," trying to wiggle out of his discomfort. His body felt slightly tense, though he wasn't sure exactly why. Maybe it was the weird way she spoke.
He shifted his weight and gave a weird, sideways smile at such mention of his polite introduction. It was his body's attempt to mirror the bat killer's smirk, but it was clear he hadn't been trained in the way of proper sarcasm.
Despite his distaste for the pretentious ways of royal families, Taikon had never been able to shake the way he introduced himself. It felt almost sealed in his very blood. It was so rarely pointed out to him that he often didn't notice a discrepancy between his bows and the greetings from others. The reminder she put forth made him feel strangely weak. Heat rushed to his cheeks. He licked his lips again without noticing. His stomach made a small noise in protest to this harpy of a woman.
Yvaine, he nodded. Repeating names was his favourite way of remembering people, although he seriously doubted he would forget this cretin anytime soon.
Unsurprisingly, the question did not assist in Taikon's relaxation. He practically flinched in disgust as she said it, raising one of his forepaws slightly off the ground as though to step backwards. It was impossible for him to tell if she was kidding or not. She was impossible to read. She's definitely trying to fuck with me, he thought, but that didn't help him figure out how to respond.
Does the tail count? That was the best he could come up with. He reigned in his defensive reaction and consciously put his paw back on the ground, waving his tail once for effect.