She could almost pass as a queen- almost. Chara has, admittedly, only met two in their life (one of which was hellbent on destroying them and everything they held dear, but details), and neither of them had been in the habit of saying uh.

"On the contrary, it would be a grave imposition on my part to take offense at one who speaks in such mannerisms- if said person was not one I know quite as well as yourself." Shifting closer, they lean over Lup's hand, very carefully dabbing golden polish on her index's nail.

"But only if I get to, you know, speak like this? Not like I'm hella savvy with this weird elf speak but like, how hard can it be, my fella?"

Very hard. Their accent? Terrible.