"No longer Captain, my liege," Nyx replies with a crooked smile. "Just your sworn Guardsman now."

But formality is... good. Familiar. He lightly catches Laurent's hand with callused fingers, dropping a kiss onto the air just above his signet ring. Loyalty, devotion, obedience, all willingly offered up.

"I take my leave for now, but I'll be back in time for dinner with the court. Til then, don't go tripping down the stairs where I can't catch you, Your Highness." An impish wink, and then he's gone.