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'Dangerous, is it?' he thought, grinning to himself. What a funny thing for such a small, seemingly innocent girl to say. "And as much as the Queen persists otherwise, I am Balthier," Algernon answered. His silky tone was polite, charming. He saw no reason to hold anyone here in ill will. After all, the elf wasn't really a vicious man. Only when given reason to be did he become angry.

Only glancing at the mobile tape-measurer, Algernon kept his eyes on young Celia's profile. "Magic," he stated more than asked. "May I ask, Miss Celia, is it everyone in this castle that possesses such a talent or are you simply a special case?" He wanted to learn of any detail he could of this place. If he was planning on smuggling their prince Aurora out of here, he wanted to know if he was going to be faced with magically enchanted needles, brooms, and kitchen utensils flying at his back. Could it be only the servants that have magic? Or.. even the royal line? His encounter with Aurora showed no evidence of such.

Without taking the suit, Algernon proceeded in stripping himself of his shirt right there, not stopping to see if he was going to be directed into another room. He showed sign of even thinking of such an option. "If you'll hand over the shirt, Miss Celia," he asked, just as his fingers deftly undone his belt buckle.

Remy placed a shielding hand over his mouth as he released a giggle. "My, aren't you the adventurous one," he said, grabbing Jack by the hand to suddenly pull him along, away from Aurora's room. "Come on." The image of the knight climbing the wall like a nimble spider entered his mind. While he could have offered to help him up the wall, which in his case would be no sweat, it wouldn't be nearly as fun. Besides, he could never steal the rush of a night-time climb from anyone, watching their backs for patrolling guards, hoping not to have a gruesome fall back to the ground. Remy would make sure to prevent the last part, at least. He didn't want the kind knight to get hurt for his sake.

Jack smiled at the giggle. No doubt Remy was thinking something about him stripping down and climbing or something. He said he had to get rid of the armor. However he had no intentions of climbing the wall in the nude. He had a net shirt on, and underwear, and he could probably find some extra clothes around the castle later.

The comment made him smile a bit more. He loved having the chance to show off his bravery. If there was one thing Jack liked, it was to show off in front of people he cared for. "When I have to be..." he said, sounding just a tad bit full of himself, but what knight wasn't in the least bit full of themselves?

Celia could feel the anger, but it was nothing surprising -- magic users of any prominence usually reacted like that for they tended to like keeping their thoughts in the utmost secrecy (besides which it could often be seen as an insult to their skill level if someone of a lower class were able to pass their mind barriers).

She nodded to the other's explanation, her expression kindly but a bit distanced. She didn't believe him at all, though that disbelief did not at all show on her countenance or in her prevading thoughts (just in case this man was himself skilled in such a way). The waves of magic eminating from this so-called prince, which had been strengthened by the elf's transforming of himself, were very... heavy. Too heavy and too strong to be of someone who did not spend much of his time either using or under spells. Aurora, too, had a smiliar feel, though his was much lighter and was induced only by the curse as the prince himself had no magical powers whatsoever.

When she was at last sure that the other had finished changing, Celia turned back around, a small pink flush prevading on her cheeks. Green eyes travelled up and down the other's frame, and approving smile forming on her lips. "You look very handsome indeed," she replied, though she was careful to avoid the last question. As far as Celia was concerned, there was yet to be a single man alive who was worthy of Aurora.

"Oh, there's no need to be so modest, good knight," Remy said, grinning back at Jack. "You did, after all, venture all this way to the land of Far, Far Away. Such a journey must obviously mean you have a heightened sense of adventure. Me? I think such courage shouldn't be left without a reward." Once more, his expression took on that of thoughtfulness. "Hm, now let me think. You came here expecting to get into the "princess's" pantaloons, I'm guessing. Either that or a thorough make-out at least. And surely we can't allow you to go away empty handed. Why, that would just be rude."

"Ah, I may know of something," the genie said, stopping suddenly. Turning around, and without waiting for consent, the darker-haired man leaned forward and placed a kiss on the knight's lips. While he didn't know exactly how Jack would react to such a thing, he didn't think the knight would act as brash as Aurora would. At least he couldn't threaten to send him back to his lamp.

Jack was surprised by the kiss, but it was very welcome. He blushed and froze for a moment before kissing Remy back for a moment, placing his hand on the back of Remy's neck. When he broke the kiss, there was nothing but a wide smile on his face, although he was still blushing a little. "That was the most wonderful reward I've ever received." he said, winking at Remy.

Jack then looked around the hallway a bit, then turned back to Remy. "So, where do you think we should go until nightfall, my handsome friend?" he asked without a tinge of nervousness in his voice, finally. He seemed to loosen up around Remy the longer he was with him. "We can't just stay here all day."

Aurora looked for a moment as if he were about to argue, but then he stopped himself, a small grin on his lips. "Alright, Nic. We'll switch places for a little bit," Aurora murmured, a distinctly mischevious expression on his features. Dark amethyst hues glimmered slightly as he set out ahead of the other.

After a few paces, he paused and looked back at the other, and said, "Well, then, I shall go ready the baths... princess." He bowed low and, with that, departed towards the bathroom, a bright grin on his lips.

It wasn't long before he had the water running. There were many pipes so as to fill the "tub" quickly. Of course, there was a permenent (but clean) supply of water kept in that was also kept heated (probably by magic), but he always added fresh water and bubbles to the top. After testing the water with his hand and finding the temperature more than satisfactory, he retured to his room and said, "Milady, the bath is ready." It was quite obvious from his expression that he was having quite a lot of fun with this. "I shall ready your wardrobe and then, as promised, I will join you to make sure that you become absolutely clean." It seemed that, with this intriguing role paly, the prince's embarrassment had vanished. He then returned to the bathroom, stripped down quickly and slipped into the water, a small towel wrapped around his waist (because he still prefered to remain at least slightly reserved. He sunk below the surface, head vanishing for several moments before he once more broke the surface, a light grin on his lips.