Didn't sound temporary, Nyx finds himself thinking. Sounds like Auguste knows full well exactly what he's doing, and he has some sort of plot up his sleeve. But it's rare that his king doesn't let him in on one of his plans, so this... whatever it is, it must be important.

"Hey, don't worry about me," Nyx says as he follows Laurent to the window but doesn't take a seat, instead opting to remain standing with his hands clasped behind his back, still the picture of a perfect guard. But he manages a weak grin, a shadow of his usual easygoing attitude, as his gaze as he looks the Prince over is tinged ever so slightly with fondness. "If anything, I'm sorry Auguste is saddling you with my bad jokes all day. Usually, I only inflict them on him."