"Oh dear," said the Prince. "I've been turned into a mouse."
"At least you're not a frog," said his manservant.
"I would have liked being a frog," said the Prince. "There are all sorts of rules and regulations with dealing about how to turn back into a human. I just can't deal with this now."
"Or you might have been an octopus. That would have been worse."
"Right, because then I would have died with the lack of water."
"And you can talk now."
"Oh yes, I'm a talking mouse. How wonderful and dignified," said the Prince. "Mother would be so proud."
"You could try being kissed by a princess," suggested the manservant.
"Why don't you go get kissed by a princess?" the Prince mocked. "You can't just go up to princesses and say 'Would you be so kind as to kiss me'. Particularly when you're a mouse."
"You can if you're a prince," the manservant muttered.
"Well I'm sorry that you're a victim of our stratified society," the Prince shouted, as loudly, and as squeakily, as he could. "But I don't actually know any princesses, or I'd ask them to kiss you. Then maybe you'd be happy and quit stomping about."
"I don't want to be kissed by a princess," the manservant whispered back. He didn't care what the Prince thought of him, but he'd be out of a job if anyone else overheard.
"There is just no pleasing you, is there?" the Prince said.
The manservant timidly took a step toward the mouse-Prince, leaned over him, and kissed his fur-covered back.
With a magical glow, the mouse-Prince turned back into a human-Prince, and blinked in shock at the manservant.
"I wanted to kiss you," the manservant muttered.
"That works out, then," the Prince said with a grin, crowding the manservant against the wall. "Although I hope you still want to kiss me now that I'm not a mouse."
"I do," the manservant stammered.