"I mean...That's what I assumed when you talked about a chore with such a bored tone in your voice. Apologies." Aeolus said with a respectful nod of his head in the other man's direction when he realized that wasn't the chore he was doing. He then heard the other man's words and couldn't help but to mentally chuckle.

a gentle sigh escapes the man's lips, willing to let the other male off the hook for such a minor miscommunication. his goal wasn't to bite the poor man's head off, but assigned such a mundane task didn't exactly inspire joy within dante.

if what he has read about royals and their peculiar lives,            he was sure that in some other time, or with some other royal, this would have been a capital offense: embarrassing a prince on another land, or dirtying their clothes by sending them tumbling to the ground. in the back of his mind, the young wolf was expecting some hidden executioner to come out of the grass or the rocks and hit him through the neck and his head will be rolling on the floor.

dusting off his garments, dante feels a bit embarrassed about his performance. while he had an entourage of knights and footmen to protect him, he was expected to keep his combat skills sharp. self-defense was an essential part of his upbringing, and allowing his blade to dull would only bring shame to his family crest.

He can almost see the curiosity sparking on the other man, but he doesn't think he'll give in. At least not that easily. "I think whatever you are up to is far more interesting than anything I'm looking for..." he says, still curious. Belario wasn't born a scholar, but he was more than familiar with those types. Maybe that's why he was so curious to know more. "Why don't you catch a break and tell me about it?" He pulls up a chair, sitting next to the man, arm resting on the back of the seat, and he leans in closer, as if he's about to tell a secret: "I won't tell anyone you're being naughty."

a soft exhale leaves the princes' lips, a slight pout playing at his lips as he watches the other approach. "hardly, but i can take a hint when its presented." he leans back, cool and collected as arms cross over his chest. "your secrecy only intrigues me further, you know that, right?"

Traveling to Vissai to speak with a couple of foreign dignitaries, as well as catch up with an old friend, the crown prince of Lysain decided to meet up with another prince but when he heard that he had been cooped up in his room... Well, Sebastian decided that perhaps he needed a break from the mundane. "And if I tell you that, indeed, I have? How would you thank me?" the half-elf teased, a playful tone to his voice as he further entered the room. "But no, in fact, I came to see how my favorite prince of Vissai was doing."

"you're plenty creative, i'm sure you can conjure up a thanks befitting your status." it was all in good fun, really. sebastian was a crown prince, his rank carried value that surpassed a second born. still, he liked to think they didn't much care for hierarchies when they were together. all in good fun, as it were.

Aeolus tilted his head gently as he took in what the other was doing. A smile making it's way onto his lips. "Do they have you...Organizing the books and parchment?" Aeolus asked with a hint of bemusement in the princess and sorceress' voice. "Poor dear." Aeolus teased with a chuckle. "If you need saving, I would be happy to be of assistance."

"you think i'm... organizing books?" it was a bit audacious to assume such, but thankfully he had the temperament to look past it. "no, that's for the servants, or the scholars." not that he found himself above it, but what good would he do at such a task? "no, i'm reviewing law. it's prudent a prince know every clause of every law." exhausting work, really. "lest i look like a fool in my own court."

Surely not the library, Belario thinks to himself, but walks in anyway. Disappointment, yes; he scratches his brow, thinking what to do next. "I don't think so," he replied, kindly, but apologetic, "I was looking for-" but he doesn't complete it. There's no reason he'll know who he is looking for, so there's no point in trying to exaplain it. "What is your chore?" he asks, now curious about what was happening.

a brow raises at the obvious distraction, leaning back in his seat with a soft hum. naturally, he was more interested in what the other male had to say; it was a welcome change from the mundane.

EXT.   SOME OPEN SPARRING AREA.   DUSK.

"i-..." dusting himself off with a petulant huff, he isn't very good at presenting himself as low-brow. he was decidedly a lover, not a fighter, but the importance of good self-defense training wasn't lost on him. "am fine."