#meme'd ask

" Anything. Make them heed my every command that i can think of. It would be a veeery entertaining day. “

" Besides, breathing? Probably sleep. “

“ Not what most would expect. Or some might; docile, at peace in solitude. ”  

Karl has servants, really has no need to cook on the basis. Unless deemed absolutely necessary to cook himself something. He does know how to cook feed people. 

He is a sex god. 

Wine glass placed on the table on the dinning table, probably some unknown number as the bottle was near empty. Karl moved nonchalantly out of the room for a few moments. Only to return in metallic full body armour, the vague jostling of the pieces, and a broad sword in hand. For effect of course. “Cordelia, I have come to ransack your castle.” He slurred ever so slightly with back straight and sword pointed straight at the ceiling. Maybe, he had 18 too many. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm." A low humming, the slowly moving mist of the incense placed around and the dim lighting of flickering candles. The proceeding procession of the white haired male from one room to the next. "To place of sleeping. Beeeeeeeeed." 

Sashaying around the manor, his own manor shamelessly in his undergarments. As some form of dare that was easily complied to, with no questions as to why. Not even he could deny a dare. Even if it was a little drafty.