Curiosity kills! He knew clearly that it was a different time and space, but he still wanted to come. Now, let's go to the imaginary ancient times...
Twelve little princes, right? Still perfectly docile.
Forming cliques is my strong suit. Still being the boss in the palace. What if you disloyal guys dare to choose the boss to be the crown princess? You are doomed!
What about the charming prince? I will sell you to a brokerage company when I return to modern times. Don't think that just because you are nice to me... I really can't bear to part with you. Forget it, let's continue to be my unique product! Ha ha!