Snow raised his hand to knock on the door, then stopped. He gave Scipio another look and frowned.

"You're so stiff," he sighed. "No charisma at all."

He shook his head. Whatever -- it was fine. He didn't really need his shinki to be charming. After all, he was Snow White. Any more than that would be superfluous.

"We'll work on that later," he muttered. "For now... Miruki. Be my eyes."

It might be weird to talk to his glasses, but it was better than being blind-sided by any mirrors on the other side of this door.