03-16-2011, 08:34 AM
Lia would've had continued teasing the genie if it weren't for the knock again on his door. Shutting his opened mouth, he licked his lips and went back to his bed to pick up his horse riding clothes. "No, that's all right. Come. I'll show you around." Once he'd opened the door, the maid was there waiting to take his clothes. Lia handed these to her and he'd turned to look again at Shea. "I'll introduce you to my father, as well, once he comes back from his travel later in the evening." When he'd mentioned his father, his tone had shifted to one that resembled monotonous in nature but that was about it.
Dismissing the maid, he continued to hold the door open for Shea and waited for him to step out so he'd step out, too, and start walking down the hallway. "The kitchen is always open," he told him, "Our chef, Kraz, will be taking care of whatever you'd want to eat." When he'd seen the butler pass by, he didn't even give him a glance. "Surta's my father's butler," he told Shea, "And I'll be introducing you to the king as mine." With his chin still held high, he expertly moved through the hallways like he could walk through them with his eyes closed.
"Are you good at organizing, Shea?"
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