[ Her lips twist up into a smile. The pleasure indeed, though it simply has a lot to do with her identity as "Anastasia" being something she more or less associates with older days. The person she used to be, so full of love and hope for a future centered around it. Anastasia was a deluded figure of her past, the Red Queen was the person she wanted to be, regardless of how it would look here. ]

There's a story to everything, darling. Doesn't mean I'd like to spend my time telling it to strangers when the internet makes news so public these days.

[ Yes, she is telling him to waste his very limited time on the internet looking her up if he wants to know. ]