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Dax seemed to take notice of the change in Sayael, that sort of uncertainty that seemed to reveal itself once that familiar of his smile dropped. If Sayael wasn't going to be the strong backbone of the group, at least in this prince's opinion considering this was the Prince of Darkness' idea, he wasn't sure how long they'd hold together. But that didn't mean he couldn't try to help support the other in the process. Sayael didn't have to stand alone. Tapping the tips of his shoes together, he encouoraged himself enough to actually put his arm around the other's shoulders. "I'm sure they're just not used to seeing foreigners around," he said. "Probably think Jillian just looks funny."

"Twelve?" the Ice Prince asked, eyes widening in surprise. He couldn't imagine living with so many. "Wow, then I guess you'll have no problem taking care of me. I'll be just like one of your many siblings then. That is, of course, unless you were the one who needed the taking care of."

Muertian shrugged off the ill-mannered boy's departure with grace. He was a prince; of course, he had dealt with villagers who both adored and hated him. Attention was rather a part of the job. Perhaps the Death Prince hardly knew what he was dealing with because the next swig of dizzipop nearly went up his own nose.


"Your what??!" He cried, placing his bottle back on the table with carelessly and using his hand to wipe off any dizzipop trailing down his chin. He wasn't angry. Just terribly surprised, and rather... was it his own shame? He had tried to defend some woman against a boy that seemed to be intruding completely on their date and making her uncomfortable... and now the prince himself was made out to be the fool. It was her brother bringing news on family or something. In his defense, Rosaline certainly never even mentioned having family. Muertian thought she lived with some old man who owned the dressmaker premises in town, but passed away a while back. Of course, he'd done a background check on his guest. No family had shown up. At least, not in his Kingdom... or perhaps the guys just weren't very thorough... he'd have to fire them.

"Er... sure? I guess. I mean if that's what you really want, Rosaline," he muttered, beginning to stand. Throwing the pink-haired boy a skeptical glance, he suggested, "Since it's been a while, I think we'll be fine to go back outside. You'll be well-balanced and everything. I need to get back to check in with father. If you wanted to go find your brother, feel free. I apologize if my comments regarding not being concerned about his news offended you. I'm sure you'll have... much to catch up on."

An edge of bitterness was hinted in his voice at the fact he'd made a complete fool of himself, but he moved to the door and held it open for Rosaline with a smile nontheless.

Faryn observed Jillian as he explained the villager's actions with a heightened level of interest. "So... what you're saying is that you gave them an order and they listened to you," he repeated back to the diplomat, "You know... that's not normal, Jillian. A whole group of people don't listen to me or Sayael. The lady at the front desk won't even give me a damned bandage until you walk by or I have lucky circumstances. And they take an order from you like it's nothing WHILE looking at you in that creepy way... It's like you're royalty here or something. I don't get it."

"My... my brother.... Maar... is my younger brother....." he replied rather weakly, his dark eyes wide. If not siblings, then... what had Muertian thought of them? True, Rosaline had been made quite uncomfortable by the precense of Maar... but the ivory-haired boy was always... always laughing at him and... and hurting him. But Rosaline should know better than expecting to be treated well by... by him. Despite their appearances, Maar was older, he was the superior.... Rosaline had nothing on someone like that -- and he could only hope that, now that Maar was back, no one would anger him too terribly. All in all the poor rose's expression was bordering that of panic mixed with sheer terror.

"I--I'm so sorry you had to see him like that. He's not usually... so bad, I mean! He was just... angry... he... he doesn't like it when I'm not with him.... I'm... I'm sorry...." Rosaline's tone of voice had started out strong, but as he progressed it steadily deteriorated into weak apology. His cheeks were burning slightly. He... he couldn't bare to hear that bitter edge in the other's voice. Then again, he felt he deserved it. After all, Maar had been practically a knight in shining armor compared to his usual self. Though the flowers had been a cruel joke, they had been a gift all the same -- and, for once, one without intended threat. Maar was always trying to do something bad to him....

"---And I don't really want to hear about... family issues...." he murmured as he passed the other through the door, his eyes downcast. As in the time when he had told Muertian about his father, it seemed that the depths of the rose's depression was only ever reached through mention of 'family.' He turned back, then, to glance at Muertain and give him his best smile -- which, at the moment, was a weak immitation of the flawless one he had given on so many other occasions.

"Thank you very much, Muertian... for inviting me here, and for the drink and for... not killing my brother," he murmured, trying his best to keep a positive expression, at the same time acnowledging to Muertian that, yes, he knew his brother was a jerk. Why did Maar have to turn up at a time like this? The mere knowledge of his precense was enough to make Rosaline begin to feel depressed....

Jillian frowned slightly at Faryn's deduction. It... well, it sounded... well, if not plausible, then more likely than at least half of his own ideas. But that still didn't explain... "But how would they know I was royalty? I mean, don't get me wrong, I know I'm not -- I mean, while I lived here as a child, I grew up in the middle of nowhere. How could any royalty have ever lived in such a small, remote place? I've never met a prince that lived so far away from the people or a palace."

"Haha, no thank you," he replied humourlessly to Dax's offer. "I'm fully enjoying my monkey-free days, thank you very much," he continued, managing to flash the other his usual, playful and slightly mischevious grin. "Though I'd say you're already doing a fine job of acting like we've got a sticking jynx landed on us." Not that it was Dax's fault, really. After all, at some unknown point, the prince of Darkness had slipped his own arm around the other's waist.

"Mmm, yeah, sounds good... I am pretty tired..." he murmured with a small yawn, shruging his shoulders up towards the ceiling and then back down into a more relaxed position. "You're probably tired, too, right? So we'll share the room. It's big enough."

"One," Sayael replied, his tone showing clearly that he was completely unbothered by this fact. "But it's not a big deal, right? I mean, we shared a bed when I stayed in your room that night, remember? Besides, I thought you wanted human contact," he said with a slightly teasing tone, a small grin on his lips. "Anyway, I'm used to it. Like I said, I've had siblings hanging all over me for my whole life -- and that includes invading my sleeping chambers to 'cuddle.' Sharing a bed with you wouldn't be any different, except that I'd have more space." Right. No different. Only, Dax wasn't family and he was about Sayael's age, though the prince didn't mention any of that.

"Daxy, we're already so close. Just like family. So there's no problem, right?"

"Haha. Don't worry, I wouldn't try to cuddle you or anything. Like I've said, I relish being able to have my own space whenever possible," he replied, his tone level and quite practical. However, soon a wide, slightly teasing, grin had spread across his lips. "Anyway, I wouldn't ever try to cuddle you, since you're totally not cute at all. At least a marginal amount of cuteness is required in order to cuddle, which is why I don't let the older ones sleep in my bed any more." Of course, that last part was a lie. They still slept together plenty (in a purely innocent fasion). He just felt like giving the other, easily teasable, teen a rather hard time. "So you shouldn't have any worries there, Mister Uncute," he finished, grinning.

((I need to draw Sayael's family.... >>;; ))

"Ah, well, once you've been excluded from the cute club, that's it. And I don't think they accept membors after around the age of... hmm, lessee, eleven? After that, puberty kicks in and people get uncute," he continued, completely unmarred (at least on the exterior) by the other's complaint. "But I don't think of you as a dog, of course. You have far more dignity than that. Perhaps a... cat or something. Which is fortunate, because my siblings are like koalas...." the prince continued, completely unaware that he just might be digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself. At the moment, he was (unfortunately) utterly carefree, the careful, plotting aspect of his nature for the moment forgotten.

Being compared to a cat, a slight hint of surprise surfaced upon Dax's features, but he was quick to smother it with another set of glowering eyes. A cat was better than a dog, he supposed, but that didn't make up for the fact that he still thought Sayael was calling him unattractive. If he actually took a minute or two to think about it, Dax was sure his relief to be in the other's company would very much outweigh his anger, but the problem was that once his temper rose, he could think of little else outside the box.

"You have some nerve, you know!" he spat. Giving a huff, the Ice Prince turned on his heel, his back to Sayael. "Well, I'm sure this inn doesn't allow pets inside anyway. I'll just go outside and find somewhere to curl up. If I'm lucky, maybe someone will think I'm a stray and pick me up." With that, he stormed out of the inn, much resembling a stubborn child having a fit.