[It's him. Felix has a moment of shock, seeing him here... in the ridiculous position of kissing booth attendant. The sight sets a sour expression on Felix's face, even if he's a little excited to see this troublesome man. He gathers himself, approaching directly and interrupting whoever was next in line. He crosses one arm over his chest and bows slightly.]
Your Majesty.
[And then he has to say something rude in a scornful tone:]
I've heard of lipstick on a pig, but not balm on a boar.
IV
Your Majesty.
[And then he has to say something rude in a scornful tone:]
I've heard of lipstick on a pig, but not balm on a boar.