Sebastian groaned as Rogan reminded him of breakfast. Another meal with his parents where they badgered him about all his responsibilities as prince and heir to the throne, reminded him of all his shortcomings and general frustrated and irritated him. He looked up to make some sarcastic, sassy remark only to see his advisor toying with the items on a shelf. Was the man avoiding eye contact with him or was it just Sebastian's imagination. "Rogan are you all right?" He reached out and laid a gentle hand on the older man's shoulder, resisting the urge to run into through Rogan's dark hair instead. "Something on your mind?"