There begins a half-smile in reflecting wryness at her tone, and the thoughts behind it, and it's good they're talking about something else, that they're talking about Emma, because Charles would rather not.

So she explains, and at Enchanted Forest, a question starts to shape, and that question might be 'Pardon?', but evidently he did not mishear her. "Snow White, of seven dwarves fame," he specifies, quite seriously. The corner of his mouth twitches, an unmistakable smile, being denied blooming to full. He clears his throat. "Would that make your biological father Prince Charming?"

It's not that he doesn't believe her, at least.