The pause in conversation, the blush, the biting of the lip - time feels like it's stopped, and part of him is waiting for the hammer to fall, the other part praying, hoping -

At the question, he lets out a little fluttery gasp, like a butterfly had caught in his windpipe. He blushes a little deeper, his smile going a bit dreamy. "I...I would be, yes. I really would." Taking a gulp from his wine, he tries to steady himself with a deep breath, before adding:

"Especially if it were...oh, I don't know...a beautiful Prince from a fairy story?"