The Queen's eyes narrow incrementally in playful reproach. It's a bold question, but at this point, standing on ceremony seems a bit ludicrous. They're already dancing; she can hardly classify a proper introduction as too personal in comparison.

"I suppose you could call me Greta," she replies at length. "Though not in public," she adds, because that wouldn't do. Certain standards need to be maintained, even among friends.

It seems odd that she would consider Iman a friend, to say nothing of the implication that they'll be doing much conversing in private, but she finds herself disinclined to challenge either assumption. She's almost more concerned with what Iman will make of her name, which never struck her as particularly royal.