That prompts a laugh from Nyx as he picks up a second sandwich, speaking between bites.

"She'll be getting plenty to complain about, now that I'm hanging off your coattails."

Unfortunately, flirting comes as easy as breathing to Nyx as he grins over in Laurent's direction, already starting to ease his way into impudent familiarity.

"Oh, your wish is my command, your Royal Highness. But don't keep me in suspense-- what sort of whims are those?" There's a faint edge of a purr in his voice as he sets his chin on his hand, affixing Laurent with his full attention.