It's a relief that she's got herself that far, because literally putting a princess into bed is above and beyond knightly duties. He backs away from her hands as she reaches for him, as if she's more like a boogeyman than his good friend Anna.

"Can't. S'late." He squints around, trying to find a clock to back up his claims. "They'll shoot us or whatever." He points out, still stepping backward and eventually out the door when he does. "Curfeeeewwwww..." He calls out, stepping back until his voice is a drawn out whisper. "Niiiiiiight."