He laughed, actually laughed, at her assumption that he tried nothing to affect what happened to the people under his father's care.  It did not help to be the prince, though many would not know this.  He could talk until he was blue in the face to everyone around him but it did not good.  He could propose bills and plans but they were promptly ignored.  "I do not think that giving him money changes a thing," he interjected, I wish it did but I am far from as ignorant as you think...again assuming about me," he said chidingly.  On the contrary I try to do much more than you see here but it does no good...my father undermines me.  I had one such fight with him just this evening, hence why I was out among the commoners to see you with the guards."  He sighed a little, I can do nothing until my father allows it which he will not do because we see differently on almost everything...however, it is obvious you Will not believe me so the effort to speak to you was naught but a waist of my time," He tipped his hat at her, "Have a good night madam." He smirked a little knowing the last would throw her off; as they had been speaking he had examined her form closely and noticed there were certain difficult to hide curves that were not supposed to be there. Perhaps held back. yes, to look like large pectoral muscles but a little too rounded.  Couple that with her feminine face and he had a feeling that his hunch was correct.