"What, can't I just be overwhelmed with the desire to show off my new charge?" Nyx replies sotto voice. His voice comes out as a low purr as he instinctively resorts to his fallback of flirty humor in uncomfortable situations before good sense has a chance to interject. Oh, blast. Oh, damn. This is how he might have responded to Auguste in the privacy of His Majesty's chambers: outrageously ham-handed flirting and bad innuendo that neither of them took seriously, stupid jokes to alleviate the undeniable tension and pressures of ruling.
But Laurent isn't Auguste and this isn't the king's quarters. Embarrassed by his own idiocy, and yet aware that he must remain unshakeable in his role as Laurent's guard, Nyx swallows back the faint flush that threatens to spill over his cheeks, staring steadfastly ahead. "Looks like some of your nobles are already trying to decide if they should challenge me to a duel. Weren't you hoping for some entertainment tonight, Your Highness?"
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But Laurent isn't Auguste and this isn't the king's quarters. Embarrassed by his own idiocy, and yet aware that he must remain unshakeable in his role as Laurent's guard, Nyx swallows back the faint flush that threatens to spill over his cheeks, staring steadfastly ahead. "Looks like some of your nobles are already trying to decide if they should challenge me to a duel. Weren't you hoping for some entertainment tonight, Your Highness?"