As the door opened, Frey's eyes lost their wonder and his smile fell. Asbel and Augustine had arrived. Frey yawned, not bothering to return the general's greeting. It wouldn't surprise anyone; Frey didn't usually do greetings unless he wanted something. Silently, the youngest prince watched Cassius and Augustine leave the room so they could make any final preparations. 

At last, Frey's orange gaze rested upon the phoenix. His eyes burned like the sun, and held strange, twisted strength. He seemed like he wanted to say something extremely innapropiate and cruel, but held his tongue as Asbel spoke. At last, he couldn't help himself any more. "I'm not afraid of the dark, you ninny!" Frey snapped, crossing his arms and all but spitting on the direction of the redhead. 

"And it's your choice if you want to be startled or not, not mine. For all I know, you can think.... strawberries are frightening!" Frey said angrily. "'No, Frey, get that thing away!!! Too many seeds!!'" The prince mocked in a pitchy voice that was meant to be Asbel's. "Quite honestly, though, I suppose I shouldn't do anything I'll regret. So if fruits do startle you," Frey began, thinking of the Kimp fruit. "do tell." 

With that, the prince stuck out his tongue irately and marched out of the room, and to his dastardly older brother and dragon. He put his hands in his coat pockets boredly as he watched. "Hurry. It. Up. Before one of you keel over and die from old age or something." The prince grumbled.