ENTRAPPED IN A BESIEGING world of your own ( cool walls slowly closing in around you... ), smaller and smaller! It suffocates you, it corners you into a desperation unfamiliar to someone who grasps onto the STABILITY of routines.
So reliable of the tools you were given from the start are you, that you now fail to PEER upon the sharpened claws you still have, the talons which can tear and rip, should you dare ( hone your own skills! ). There are... plenty of ways to make oneself strong, too. How can Royalty at times be so piteous? Get up, brush the dirt from from your garnments -— What about your mind? Aren't you well-read and studious? Surely there must be SOMETHING useful you've managed to imbibe throughout your short life's journey.
An annoyed rattling which threatens to pour from the depths of his chest is easily CAUGHT and subdued before it's freed. “Come now, your Highness, such behaviour is most unbecoming.” One long, rangy leg shifts ( & it crosses right over the other ); there's a circular wave of his wrist, MOTIONING for emerald ribbons of magic to come into view, and pull back a chair for the goetian prince to sit on.
O, poor little thing! Abandoned and dispatched of all his lavish LUXURIES, bisected from all his unmatched power: it's almost embarrassing to watch. But he wasn't brought here to shame, no -— he's here as a token of good faith ( ha-ha! ). “I trust thou hast remain'd unharmed, ay?” Part of him almost instinctively wishes to pick up the dropped objects for the other, with the use of the arcane as well, but... he refrains. There's a satisfaction to delect 'pon, from the mere view of someone higher reduced to this, yet mostly -— he would add -— that some offered sense of CONTROL ( & however miniscule it is! ) is in order to provide with the action alone.
A calm sip of his tea is taken, whilst bespeckled eyes remain locked onto him to OBSERVE.
It's rather IMPRESSIVE, at least, that the other would find himself in this specific situation at all ( don't be a fool, arrogant scarecrow of the hells! we all have weaknesses ), but to expose himself as openly to such perils, also? That's plainly idiotic, you might as well paint an even larger target onto yourself. Yet, who is more unwise here? The prince, who had decided to wander around the city without a care or protection -— or… those FOOLISH enough to attempt to bring him harm?
Every thoughtless action in this world has an ensuing consequence, and this isn't something Zestial will allow to be left entirely unpunished.
“... Carest thou for some tea, or some coffee, perhaps?” Come sit down, good sir; we do have MUCH to talk about, wouldn't you agree? Starting off with whatever concerns you might have, no doubt. It could either be that, or an unquestionable acceptance of sorts. ( let's see what we have to deal with today! ). There is not a lot he knows ( or has cared to discover ) about the prince, aside from what information he can and has already gathered before ( brief encounters of the past aside ), thus does he come to the conclusion it would be best to keep things more friendly and SIMPLISTIC.
