"Yeah," he admits, with a half chuckle as if to tease her for the obviousness of the observation. It's completely without bitterness, though - he honestly is just feeling tired as hell.

"Dunno what the Prince has going on power wise, but my spine is killing me, and flexing my magic is taking more out of me than usual." He might as well be straight forward about his symptoms. There's probably nothing anyone can do, but this is a situation where lying about it isn't going to help.

He takes the chocolate she offers and just kind of drops it into his jaw, as is his way. It proceeds to vanish mysteriously into his body in a way only achievable through ineffable magic.

"Thanks."