The silver eyed duke smiled at his friend's reply. On the verge of making a comment about Prince Adrian as well, Samuel turned to face Jaden as he polished off a few utensils dry. But he found that his friend's attention was now on another person who had just entered the room. Samuel also looked to see who it was but returned his focus to what he was drying as soon as his eyes landed on the familiar face of the heir to Mirarenn's throne. If anything, he hoped he wouldn't have much to do with that troublesome man. In the past few years, it seemed that every time they met the prince would somehow manage to draw Samuel's ire through his overly prideful conduct. The duke was finding it progressively difficult to keep himself from punching the higher ranking man. How unfortunate it was that Zhima was on trading terms with Mirarenn. They also traded with Linneave, a kingdom farther south whose leader Samuel found equally irritating though for different reasons entirely.

Deciding it was best not to pay him any mind for now, Samuel continued to dry the dishes that Jaden was done with until he was ready to return them to their respective cupboards and shelves. He kept an ear out for their conversation, though, as he delivered the dining utensils to their proper places.