Letting out a soft chuckle, he nodded slightly, reaching up to run his fingers softly through his hair, the smile settling on his lips. “I think I can handle that Master Lia, after all, how much harm could a human cause to me?” He answered in an almost joking tone. Glancing sideways, Shea smirked lightly, nodding a little again at the Prince’s question. “Yes...He was an...’oddball’...He had many plans to make this country better, I was to help him with them, but...Things never got to that stage.”

Pausing, Shea shrugged slightly. “Brings me to another point about genies you must know Master Lia, we can be taken by others. Of course, only one person per generation may ‘own’ us, otherwise there would be murders and massacres all over the place. So no one of your generation will be capable of gaining wishes from me. However, someone from another generation can, if that generation has not had a genie before.” He explained in a calm tone, although Shea had to try and fight down the shiver that ran down his spine.

Shea followed his Master in silence after that, taking in the rooms and quietly committing them to memory. As they arrived at the garden, the genie’s face instantly lit up as he stepped into it, eyes widening in joy. “It is...Too beautiful for words Master Lia, you are very lucky to be blessed with such an amazing garden. The birds must be beautiful to listen to when you sit out here” He murmured softly.

"You do realize the fate of the town lies with you too." He smiled in amusement and listened to him as he talked about his ancestor. Rather surprised though at the last words, he found himself looking back at Shea as he continued to speak about genies. "Then, we'll just have to keep it quiet about what you truly are." He gave Shea a stern look. "I don't particularly like sharing."

If anything, Lia would even go as far as to eradicating whoever comes obstructing his way. "The birds?" he repeated as he raised an eyebrow and let out a little laugh, "Yes. The birds." He's never really paid the animals much attention. In fact, he just enjoy the cool breeze and the comfort the garden gives him after a hard day's work.

Blinking at this he made a disgruntled noise, running his fingers briefly through his hair again. “If that’s the case then I sincerely pity the town” He joked back, shaking his head a little before stiffening as he spotted the stern expression on his new master’s face. The genie could felt his own eyes widening slightly when Lia spoke, and slowly he nodded a little. Shea hadn’t even realised how comforting the other’s conviction was, or how nervous he had been until he relaxed again. “Well that much is obvious” He answered quietly under his breath though, a smirk on his lips. From what he had seen, despite the good points about Lia, the prince was almost definitely spoilt.

Blinking in surprise again, Shea watched Lia as the other laughed, seemingly at him. With a frown, he shrugged, turning away to move towards one of the trees. Lightly he pressed his palms against the rough bark, peering curiously up through the leaves before he chuckled warmly. “You must really love your home Master Lia, you're very lucky!”

Lia watched Shea move to a tree and as he touched that bark and uttered those words, he had moved to take a seat on one of the chairs. Leaning back and crossing his leg over the other, he let out a quiet sigh and tilted his head a little. "I don't," he said honestly with a small smile. He disliked the fact that his father lets those poor peasants step into their castle. Despite it being for the good, he just didn't like the idea.

The queen, too, disagrees with Lia's thoughts. They, indeed, have spoilt him too much.

"But what can I do?" he said as he smiled almost smugly, "I can't leave my responsibilities behind." Nor could he leave the richness his home provided. He was prince. He couldn't shirk his duties. He was going to own all of this land once his father retires.

Stiffening in surprise, Shea whirled round to stare wide eyed at his master. He waited in silence for a few seconds, expecting the other to say he was joking, or that he hadn’t meant what he said. Instead, the human went on to act as if his words meant nothing. Letting out a soft sigh, he shook his head a little before slowly moving towards the chairs, hovering beside one cautiously. Shea didn’t want to sit down yet, just in case his master ended up being one of the humans who believed all servants were lower than scum. Well, that was what it was looking like now.

“Forgive me for not understanding Master Lia, but what is there to dislike about this place? Your home is far nicer than the home of any other person on this island, you have people who are more than willing to serve you and a public who, forgive me if I am being rude, if you agree to listen and pay attention to, will gladly return such kindness with their own respect and loyalty.” He answered, the confusion clearly settled on his face. After a few more seconds, he slowly started to sink into the chair, glancing around the garden thoughtfully again.

“But, you are correct, one cannot run from responsibilities, I am glad you understand that Master Lia” Shea bowed his head slightly as he spoke.

Lia was unaware of that surprised look the genie had on his face. He was busy watching the gardener who was trimming the trees. Usually, he'd pay none of the peasants any attention but he was good-looking and when they were this good-looking, he'd often turn a blind eye on their status.

What the genie had said was all true but there was just one thing Lia supposed he lack: his parents. His father and mother were both always gone and as much as he wanted to spend time with them, they didn't care much about him - though they spoilt him to no end - and paid more attention to the townsfolk. Not that he could blame them. Having to handle the lives of thousands of people was definitely hard work.

"It's incomplete," was all he'd said before he'd saw Shea bow that head of his slightly as he spoke. It had him tilting his head up a bit, making himself look all the more mightier than the genie himself. "And, you were rude. Do know your place." He'd rather not have a genie tell him off, no less. At least, he didn't think he'd want to think the genie was right even though he knew he spoke of the truth.

Shea had a mild look a mixture of disgust and incredulous disbelief. Shaking his head slightly, he glanced to the gardener, to the Prince, then away quickly. He really did hope it was just a ‘Lia’ trait, that humans hadn’t become so...Indiscreet in their attempts at courting or attracting. Then again, it had been a while since he had last been around humans properly, perhaps things had moved on from what he remembered. Shea hoped not.

With a soft sigh he continued trying to avoid watching his Master ‘oogling’ the servant. Occasionally he’d shift in his seat, frowning a little down at the ground then around the garden, trying to concentrate instead on his surroundings. The sound of his Master’s voice made Shea glance around sharply. Tilting his head to the side, Shea looked mildly confused. “Incomplete? I...Do not think I understand...But you know best Master Lia” He answered calmly before bowing his head quickly in apology. “Yes Master...I understand” He answered quietly before frowning down at the ground, a hand balling into a fist. With a slight grimace, he forced the hand to relax and slowly turned to look away once more.

Unbelievable power…itty bitty living space. That was what he was having to deal with. The power of almost a God, and yet he was controlled entirely by this human prince. It made Shea angry, furious even. And the way his Master acted, as if he had no care for the majority of people, no care in the world...Shea had to take a few calming breaths before his body visibly relaxed. “Master Lia...May it be possible for me to request for your usual daily schedule? This way I can ensure if I am not around, when I am summoned I will be able to reach you as quickly as I can” He questioned softly.

Lia couldn't help 'oogling' at the servant. He had a great body and definitely great looks. Bedding him was just one of his natural instincts whenever he saw a physically attractive man or woman. It didn't matter what their social status were or what their attitude was. Everybody was the same when they were on bed, doing things that can't even be mentioned in public. At least, that was one trait they had kept their morality going.

Their power of discreteness in relationship to sex.

Glad that he had gotten through the genie when he had apologized, the side of his lip twitched up to a slight smirk. Yes. He was the master and the genie was his servant. Shea should know very well that the servant can't tell the master off. At least, that was what Lia was expecting. The king and the queen, after all, never told him off. "Reach me as quickly as you can?" he asked as he gave the genie a little frown, "Are you saying you do not want to stay around me?"

Lia turned at the call of the gardener whose smile visibly made him look all the more handsome. When he had gotten to his knee, the prince had smiled with pleasure. This man knew his place. "What is it?" he asked as he turned to look back at the genie. "I wish to bring some food tonight for my family. Is it all right?" Lia waved his hand a bit. "Do what you want." That seemed to have brightened up the good-looking gardener's features as he thanked the prince countless of times. He made a face. One thank you, apparently, would have been enough.

"Oh, and Shea. I wish for you to be able to read my mind."

Shea had closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift in the peaceful silence. Often his mind would do this when he was not needed by his master or mistress. Genies were often said to be the greatest thinkers in the world, simply because when they weren’t doing a wish, generally they would be sitting and thinking about what ever chose to cross their minds at the time. Shea had had time to get to know his own mind very well with the surprisingly long break he had just had between masters. Currently he had settled on translating one of the old fairy stories he had memorized long ago into French.

The sound of Lia’s voice broke Shea from his thoughts, making his eyes blink open in surprise before he glanced back to the Prince. He tilted his head up slightly, a subtle sign of his refusal to be completely submissive to the Prince. Yes, he would play the part of a good and loyal servant, but the Prince could not control his mind and beliefs. In that, he would not submit. “Yes Master Lia, there will be times when you may send me away on errands or simply to give you peace on your own. Therefore, if I am needed and am not with you, I will need to know where you are so I can reach you as quickly as I can.” Pausing, Shea pondered on telling the Prince that he could change the form of his lamp to be more transportable, however for now he remained silent.

The sound of another man’s voice made Shea turn his head sharply, his eyes narrowing enough to show his disliking of the gardener approaching them. More because of the reactions the man had gained from his Master. It was distasteful. What brought surprise on the genie’s face however was the fact Lia granted the man his desire to bring food back. The wording the gardener had used had sent tingles along Shea’s spine, he was thankful it was not a wish made by his own master which meant he could ignore the familiar feelings. No, instead his master decided on a stranger wish, one that made his face twist in surprise. “E-excuse me Master Lia...Are you sure that is wise? Whilst wishes can be unwished, the effects may not entirely vanish” He warned, before raising his hand to snap his fingers sharply, easily granting the Prince's wish.

Lia hadn't noticed that he had broken Shea off from his thoughts. He just spoke like he owned the world and he shifted a little to uncross his legs and cross it the other way. "It is," he told Shea with a small smile, "This way then, if I need you, you can hear me." He paused for a second or two and looked back at the said gardener who was waiting to be dismissed. He still looked rather happy. It only made Lia's thoughts of him more impure.

"And, you're free to go." The Prince waved his hand toward the gardener's way and he didn't bother watching him go. He only slowly got up to his feet. Let's go. Leaving that thought very open for Shea to read, he turned to head back into the castle. Oh, and if I'm ever making out with someone, at least you'd know then. Lia gave Shea another look, his eyes sparkling with amusement. There was an obvious thought lingering, too, in the man's head.

Nonetheless, he spoke the words in his head. "Shall we try it out?" Shea and he can share an intimate moment later on when he'd get back to his room. His father wasn't going to come back until much later in the evening. It would do good to pass time. If Shea didn't want to, then, he will have to go look for that skinship elsewhere.

He raised an eyebrow slightly at the Prince’s reasoning. Didn’t he realise Shea would also be able to know everything in his mind? Not just what he wanted Shea to know? Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, he noticed the thoughts of the other pressing against his mind. As he listened to them, a dark flush spread over his cheeks in shock and Shea stared at Lia for a moment before turning quickly away. Apparently the Prince knew it full well.

As he was trying to cool the redness of his face, Shea slowly stood as he heard the other summoning him to leave. Well, he took it for summoning. Keeping his gaze settled on the ground to avoid being caught by the other’s gaze. However he couldn’t avoid the other’s thoughts and shivered a little, a scowl settling on his features. “Master Lia, I will try to give you the greatest privacy that I would be capable of giving around your wish. I would like to think I can give you such privacy when you are...’making out’ with someone” He struggled not to sneer or frown around the wording.

It seemed that at this rate, Shea was never going to get any peace if the Prince planned to continue talking in his mind, especially about things as...Vulgar as he was. “I...I am not sure I understand your request Master Lia...You...want us to ...to...” He trailed off, turning his head away and fiddling a little with the hem of his shirt. It had been a long time since Shea had been subjected to things such as this. Normally his old masters either weren’t interested in them, or they would only wish him into doing intimate actions (those wishes were permitted as long as they didn’t call for a change in his own genuine emotions). So it wasn’t much of a surprise to find himself acting as he did to Lia’s words.

"Yes, I do," he replied bluntly before he'd smiled in amusement at the genie's reactions. All right. He hated anyone who wasn't in par with him in terms of status but in times like these, the prince really didn't care as long as he got what he wanted. "Must I strip naked in front of you and show you touching myself?"

As he asked this question, he was shooting the genie images of the both of them making out. It was in Lia's nature to be as blunt as he could, even vulgar where his partners for that day or time would either be blushing non-stop or talking back. The latter times, conversations go awry and even dirtier than they should be for a royal Prince like he is.

Lia had always wanted to try out some skinship with someone who can read his thoughts. "If you agree, though, I'd like you to say what I'm thinking and in return, you tell me what you're feeling on that particular moment." The man stopped in front of his door and he waited for the genie to open the door for him as he looked at him. "Now, is it a yes or an no?"

He struggled not to glower at the Prince when he saw the young man’s amusement at his discomfort on the subject of conversation...Or thought. The two were starting to blend too much now, far too much for his own comfort. The sound of Lia’s voice startled Shea and when he turned to gaze at the young man, his eyes widened in shock. Shuddering slightly, he shook his head rapidly, eyes widening even more with mild shock and disgust. “N-no Master Lia! Th-there’s no need” He stammered quickly, averting his eyes as he spoke.

The moment the images were in his head he raised his hands to cover his eyes, shaking his head rapidly. “M-master! I think I understand your meaning now Master Lia! Y-you don’t ne-ed to...Think such thoughts anymore!” As he slid his hands down slightly to peer nervously at Lia, he was struggling to hide the blush again. “S-such thoughts are not becoming of a Royal” After pausing a moment, he raised an eyebrow slightly. “And, I thought you thought little of the servants and common folk” He pointed out before stiffening once more as the other continued to speak.

“B-but talking...Saying such things out loud...It’s embarrassing Master Lia! And surely it is not needed!” He exclaimed, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. Shea was trying to think of ways to get out of this, however, if it wasn’t him, he had the strong feeling that his master would find skinship with another. What was strange was that such a thought angered him slightly. Shea placed it on his protectiveness, after all, the Prince was his master, of course he’d not want other’s that close and personal to him, not when they could cause him harm. After a few more seconds, he slowly, reluctantly nodded his head in response.

Lia did think lowly and little of servants and common folk. The genie isn't exactly falling in either department now, is he? As this thought flittered across his mind, he stepped aside and waited for the genie to open the door for him so he could enter with him. "Shut the door behind you and get on the bed." The Royal prince wasn't one to waste time. The moment the both of them had touched the bed, he had let them reach the greater heights of pleasure.

Again. And, again. And, of course, again. Until the sun came down to hide so the moon can show and shower its brilliance and elegance to the world.

The Prince could be seen panting on top of the genie, under the covers. His skin was glistening with sweat and his hair was sticking onto the nape of his neck and his forehead. He looked like some sort of painting that had stepped out from a canvas. Add up his rosy cheeks, slightly hazy eyes and parted, bruised lips, he was perhaps an epitome of beauty - both masculine and feminine.

You might not be able to walk, he said in his thoughts as he showered little, butterfly kisses onto the others' neck and chest. Lia liked the very fact that Shea was very gentle with him while he, in turn, wasn't very gentle with the genie. Are you still up for another round? His father wasn't going to come until later late in the evening. From where the moon was rising now, Lia could easily tell the time had just touched an early evening.

Keeping his eyes downcast, staring hard at the floor, Shea slowly stepped forwards to open the door, holding it open for Lia to step through before he followed his Master, gently closing the door behind him. He paused a moment as he was given the order before slowly walking towards the bed, moving to lie back against the mattress as the Prince moved closer. Shea’s eyes were wide as he hesitated at first before he began to fall.

And fall the genie did. Deep into the pleasures he was being shown by the other. By the time the sun had sunk beneath the earth, Shea lay panting beneath the other, his hair splayed out across the pillows, eyes closed almost peacefully.

Each breath was deep as he tried to calm his racing heart beat. Slowly he let his eyes creep open, gazing almost sleepily up at the Prince and taking in his flushed appearance. A soft hand reached up, gently brushing his thumb over the other’s pink hued cheeks, the colour matched on his own face. With a raised eyebrow at the Prince’s words, he shook his head slightly. “Master Lia...I am a genie, pain does not last long for me” He murmured softly before turning his head slowly away, resting the side of his face against the soft pillow as he closed his eyes again.

“T..This is not right Master Lia...What if someone has heard? Or if your father returns home early?” Pausing, he bit his lip slightly, letting out a quiet sigh. “I doubt I will understand how you have so much energy” The thought was whispered, barely audible, as Shea started to move beneath the other, wanting to sit up, to clean himself from what he had allowed the Prince to do, remove the images and memories burning his mind.

Lia found his eyes sliding shut as he felt that gentle brush of the genie's thumb over his cheeks. It felt nice and he wasn't able to stop himself from smiling slightly as he listened to him speak ever so softly. "Does it matter if someone will hear?" he asked as his lashes fluttered open halfway to look down at the other who seemed intent on looking away from him. Was he not beautiful enough for him to gaze upon?

The Prince moved to settle himself on the others' lap and he put his hands on his chest as he slowly slid his arms around his shoulders. You, too, have much energy, don't you? he asked in his mind while he leaned in to press his bruised lips aginst those pair he'd been kissing quite a lot of times since this had started. Pressing his body close to the others' own, he threaded his fingers through his hair and felt the side of his lip tug up into a slight smirk.

"My father surely can wait. Or I can introduce you tomorrow morning, during breakfast."

He raised an eyebrow slightly. “Surely it would be detrimental to your position as the first in line to the throne to be heard and discovered doing such actions as these” He murmured, glancing out of the corner of his eye to watch the other as Lia moved about above him. A low sigh escaped his lips as once more his eyes closed at the Prince’s touch across his chest and shoulders. Shea tilted his head up, responding automatically to the other’s kiss.

It was almost like a drug, addictive, the moment he felt it he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss back, his own hands moving as if they had minds of their own to pin the Prince against him, resting on the small of his back. “I do...To an extent Master” He murmured softly, trying to force his mind out of its muddled state. At the other’s suggestion, he frowned slightly, trying to pull away once more.

“I would not want to leave a bad impression on your father, waiting so long could cause him to become suspicious of me and look into my background...One would be surprised how many times I show up in history” He murmured with a faint warning tone.

Detrimental? Lia only chuckled at the word the genie had used and he shook his head. "This isn't the first time," he started as he'd whispered those words against the others' lips. He enjoyed the kiss, much more when he felt those lips of his move against his own. For once in his life, Lia hadn't enjoyed anything else but a kiss. He could just kiss Lia without having to go through all those energy-wasting act of love making, really.

Not even giving the genie a chance to pull away, he continued threading his fingers through his hair and played a little with the strands. "It won't leave a bad impression on my father," he told him with a rather teasing smile, "But he will wonder where I've found you and he probably won't let you be with me after the introduction." There was the obvious disappointment in Lia's eyes. He lets the servants sleep in one room, downstairs.

Though, Lia wondered if he could urge his father to make the genie stay in his room and sleep with him - in his lamp.

A scowl crossed briefly over his face as the other chuckled at his words. Even genies did not like to be laughed at. However as soon as the scowl had formed it was practically torn away by the faint smile twitching at his lips. Shea had to admit, the prince was a good kisser, not soft, but certainly not the most violent he had had. The kiss would easily have been perfect had the other not whispered those words. A strange feeling curdled in the pit of his stomach, making him feel...Well, not nauseous, but Shea couldn’t think of better description.

Reluctantly he tried to tilt his head away, eyes widening a fraction as he felt the other’s hands through his hair once more, unable to silence the soft moan that escaped past his lips. With a raised eyebrow, he peered up at the Prince’s teasing smile, the natural flush of his cheeks darkening somewhat. It was Shea’s turn to smile teasingly to the other though as he listened to Lia’s thoughts and words, watching his expressions change as he spoke. “Somehow I am unsure whether or not to be disappointed, or pleased that I will not find myself in such a position as this in the near future” He teased softly.

“Although...If it does concern you master that I will sleep with the servants, you can wish for me to return to my lamp each night, there are no rules against such a wish, and I am fully capable of transporting myself to different places” He explained in a slightly gentler tone. Perhaps it was just him, but...Something inside the genie growled in anger at the idea of the Prince being in this room with another, touching another, kissing another. It was only now the genie could place a name to the foreign emotion, which only made him all the more confused:

Jealousy.

Apparently, Lia was dense. He hadn't thought at all that the genie would be capable of jealousy. In fact, it didn't cross his mind that he would be able to have such an emotion. That, and the soft moan the genie let out made Lia smile slightly in amusement again. Using his free hand and lifting it up to have the tips of his fingers run along the others' cheek, he listened to him speak and found himself losing the smile he had on to be replaced with a bit of a frown. Was Shea teasing him?

Lia shook his head. That wouldn't be good, he thought as a reply to those words, Can't have anyone else know you're a genie. The prince pressed another light kiss onto the genie's lips, unaware of his feelings before he'd turned to look out at the window when he'd heard the knock to his door. A quiet sigh left his lips and he rested his forehead on Shea's shoulder. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to have more fun.

"Your highness, your father, the King, has arrived."

I don't want to go. It was all he thought as he let his eyes slide shut. Pushing Shea back down onto the bed, he laid atop him and took his lips again for another kiss, a deeper one yet again. He beared with the pain of the bruise on his lips from all the kissing and continued to thread his fingers through the others' hair.

Shea felt the other’s movements above him, a shiver running down his spine at the touch of the other’s fingers against his cheeks. It was a similar movement to what he’d done earlier with his thumbs against the other’s cheek. No wonder the other seemed to like it, the touch sent tingles from his skin down his spine and he slowly leant into the other’s touch, nuzzling his hand.

Raising an eyebrow at the other’s thoughts, he shrugged reluctantly. “I suppose...Although human reactions to such things are always quite entertaining...Their facial expressions are very amusing, such as your own when you first met me” He murmured with a thoughtful expression before he blinked in surprise as he was kissed again. A low whine sounded at the noise of knocking on the door and he closed his eyes in mild frustration, tilting his head slightly to the side to rest it against Lia’s.

Once more Lia spoke and he grimaced a moment before he attempted to stand up. Freezing, he didn’t try to stop the prince as he pushed him back down again. Gazing up at his Master, Shea willing returned the kiss, lightly digging his fingertips against the other’s hips, pulling him slightly closer before letting out a reluctant sigh. “M..Master Lia...We mustn’t k..keep your father waiting” He whispered hoarsely.

Lia grunted at the others' words about his facial expression being amusing for the genie. He didn't like it at all. In fact, he disliked the fact that he even stooped that low to be so surprised to see him. Though he disliked that, he also happened to like the way Shea was looking up at him with his hair stuck to his face. "Does it matter?" he asked, pressing his own hips close to Shea's own to show him how much of an effect he was having on him. Those fingertips of his digging into his hips prevented him from standing, too.

"He's waited a few times. I'm sure he has matters to settle with his butler." Lia looked down at Shea again and smiled. "You're my butler, Shea. Don't go and be someone else's now." Wanting for Shea to think about nothing else but him, he brought him again to the land of passion, to the throes of passion, where he didn't miss a chance to touch and feel every single crevice and contours of the genie's body. Add up his dirty thoughts that Shea could very well see without a magnifying glass with the way Lia was openly flooding the genie's mind, Shea might as well be a puddle of goo by the end of this energy-taking activity.

It was late in the evening now with the moon high above the sky when they had finished and he panted against Shea's chest. Pressing a light kiss onto the bare skin with his cheeks still flushed and his eyes hazy from the pleasure, he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his face. His body was soaked in it. Of course, his body wasn't only soaked in that. It was also soaked with the genie's essence. This time, he'd given Shea himself like he had Shea give himself and he immensely enjoyed it. These were one of the few times where he could say he liked someone as a partner. Settling down though, was another story. He wouldn't mind having Shea again one of these days. Or tomorrow. You feel good, was the thought he'd sent to Shea's mind as he looked up at him and smiled in amusement, Still have enough energy to meet my father, Shea?

The sound of the other’s grunt made him chuckle quietly, smiling faintly back up at the Prince as the other gazed down at him. Eyes widening at the other’s movement, he bit his own lip slightly to silence the groan threatening to surface from his throat. If anything, Lia’s action simply made the genie’s grip tighten a fraction before he forced himself to let go, resting his hands on the other’s back again.

Shea had opened his mouth once more to protest, but he fell silent at the other’s smile. Blinking in silence, he listened to Lia’s words once more before shaking his head slightly. “Master, I could never dream of becoming another’s whilst you live, my life and soul are your possessions, so you need not worry.” He murmured softly before being silenced by the other’s actions. The onslaught of thoughts and feelings from the Prince, both physical and mental, did nothing to aid the genie in remaining calm or civilized. He lost himself in the throes of passion, all worries and concerns of their actions thrown to the back of his mind to be ignored. At least for the time being all he would concentrate on were the touches and the thoughts flooding his mind and being.

As they fell still once more, Shea closed his eyes, shivering with each of the Prince’s breaths ghosting over his skin. Biting his lip lightly at the kiss, he struggled to take in deep breaths once more to calm his erratic heart beat. With a weak chuckle at the other’s thoughts, he reached up a tired hand to brush strands of hair from the princes face. “As do you Maser Lia...And if you will allow me to get up, I am sure I can muster the energy to meet with your father...You needn’t worry about exhausting me beyond my limit” He murmured, although this time Shea made no attempt to get up, preferring the comfort of the bed, the sheets draped over them and the Prince preventing him from sitting.

Lia shuddered as well with Shea's shivering and he let his eyes slide shut at the genie's gentle touches. "We can still meet him breakfast tomorrow morning," he told him before he'd grasped the sheets tightly and then sighed. Mustering what energy he had left, he shifted to prop himself up on his elbows and looked down at the genie. Somehow, someway, he enjoyed looking at the genie down like this than they had been a while ago. The Prince had some height issues but he was still a growing man.

"What do you say?" he asked him as he pressed another soft kiss onto those luscious lips. He couldn't get enough of it. Why did Shea have to be so... beautiful? Why wasn't he a prince so he could just marry him right off the bat and not even care what kind of clothes he'd be wearing? Being a prince, he'd assume that other princes would wear what he'd normally wear - clothes only made of the highest quality.

Shea chuckled lightly at the other’s words. Lia seemed so reluctant to leave their current position, although for what reason he wasn’t entirely sure. Forcing his eyes to remain open, he watched as Lia propped himself up and peered down at the genie. Just gazing up at the other brought another faint smile across his lips as he leant up to kiss the other tenderly back.

As Shea kissed the other, a slight spark of blue flashed between their lips, the magic leaving the genie as it healed the bruising of the other’s lips and the marks he had left accidently on the Prince’s skin. “As much as we may wish to wait...We really should leave Master” He whispered, his breathing slowing, although the light flush of his skin seemed set on staying for a while.

Pausing, Shea frowned, resting his fingertips on the other’s shoulders. “Master Lia...Is something concerning you?” Whilst he hadn’t read any thoughts in the other’s mind, he had the sense he was thinking on something, or worrying about it, and Shea didn’t like that.