[Kronk winces at the grasp, and braces himself for the incoming earful he expects to receive... only for it not to come. He's still stuck in that anticipation the entire time Yzma is talking, although his posture does tentatively relax once her hands are off him.]

You've got a point... not like I can disprove it. I mean, how'm I supposed to remember what I’d forget if I didn’t know I forgot it in the first place?

[He flashes something of a strained smile to punctuate the statement. And now he's... just gonna... try to slink back into the kitchen while she's pacing around. Humming a little tune to himself. Like the master of stealth he is.]