Weren't the ancient Greeks one of the early proponents of precise mathematics? A princess of their era could deserve no less. Schön's lips brush gentle as butterflies upon Iphigenia's cheek in the same moment that Verity leans in, a whisper-soft peck to think upon.

"Gracefully done, your highness," he purrs softly, breath warm against her cheek, before he steps back. "And thank you."