Prince Aire gazed down at Rosemund with one arrogantly cocked eyebrow and a devilishly amused smirk. These quickly vanished when the servant spoke, instead his expression replaced with one of pondering thought. He carefully sat the glass upon the arm of the throne, cupping his elbow with one hand and raising a finger to his chin with the other. For a moment, the prince seemed as though he was deep in thought. Then, he spoke.

"I see," he said. "A thought like that...that is to say, health care - it never really occurred to me that you all [i]needed[/i] it. I supposed that's because I've been raised to feel that servants weren't really people at all." At those words being spoken from his own mouth, Aire bowed his head in shame before quickly undoing the act so as not to be seen by another noble figure.

"Well, I'll see what I can arrange," he continued, having felt a bit less outrageous in his ambitions. "The truth is, not much is going to change - but I meant what I said in that ridiculous speech, no matter how short and apathetic it was. The security and the happiness of my people are going to be first priority. That includes servants! I mean...there may not be much I can change once I am crowned, but the longer one reigns, the more power he has."

Aire wanted to reach out to the servant, though this desire was mostly due to the fact that he was under the influence. He wanted to brush his hand against her cheek, to embrace her and whisk her back to his quarters. Oh, hell, what was he thinking [i]again[/i]? His face had turned red and he was staring! Quickly, he turned away.

"Is there anything else you want to discuss?" he asked, voice taking a slightly odd tone.