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Unless he wanted to full out gallop, it didn't look like he was going to get his room from Sayael. Instead, he just turned his head and stuck his nose into the air. "Hmph.. Well you started the name calling," he countered defensively. He thought it was obvious that Sayael was at fault, but.. why wasn't the other prince able to see that? That was one of the effects of not having any siblings. "And the trip wouldn't be in trouble. You would just start smelling funny because you'd have to wear the same thing over and over." The idea of doing such made him cringe inwardly.

(<333 He's cuuuute)

Dax hadn't even thought about having to smell the effects of a stinky companion himself. He looked through the corner of his eye and couldn't miss that dashing grin he was receiving from the other boy. He had to quickly avert his attention ahead of him once more. "Gross. You could just sleep outside in the rain every night while I enjoy the comfort of whatever shelter is around," he stated matter-of-factly. "It would probably wash some of that stench away. Maybe you won't be such a Prince Charming once you have mold growing on you."

Dax's eyes immediatly went wide and even a blush overcame his features. What was this boy thinking?! "Sayael!" he exclaimed, completely shocked. It was almost obvious he had never heard someone suggest such a thing before. At least anyone that was sober. He released a somewhat nervous laugh, shaking his head, trying to rid himself of not only the blush on his cheeks, but the images! "I most certainly... would not like it! It would be improper and.. and it's.." His mind was so easily flustered at times. It only took a certain thing to set him off.

Faryn, luckily for the diplomat, didn't look back as he rode away on Whitley. No, he found himself a little too flustered to want to be greeted with the sight of the other. He nudged the steed in the side before setting off to a smoother canter. The sack holding the small chest of jewels and the bloodstone bumped against his leg occasionally and his clothing billowed slightly in the wind. Instead of going all the way through town he set off toward the countryside. He'd left a little late. Time was of the essence.

"I could, technically. Anyway, two pricnes traveling together is far too noticable, so we'll be going through forests and countryside for the most part, anyway. Did you expect to stop in an inn every night and travel through cities? They're much too crouded for us to move quickly and we'll be noticable whether I'm naked or not. After all, we'd have to be important with these two," he said, gesturing to the horses. He seemed to have turned temporarilly serious, his joking and teasing mood leaving as quickly as it had come.

Sayael nearly laughed out loud. "Me? Your wife? I'm sorry, Dax, but if we're to have disguises, it would be best if you were the wife. I'm afraid you look it more than I, what with your hair..." he said, gesturing to the other's long ponytail. "And it would be best if we didn't introduce ourselves as blacksmiths. They tend to stay in one place because forges are hard to set up... It would be best if we could simply stay out of towns, but if we go in it would be best to say we're a couple traveling to try and get our parent's blessings," h said with a shrug. "It happens."

"I wouldn't look good in drag, anyway," he explained, pouting. "I'd look like... like a man in a dress," he said finally. "You, however, could be a pretty woman. I mean, you have the hair," he pleaded. "I suppose you could always... cut your hair. Then you could be the man and I could wear your hair as a wig," he said, looking satisfied. He guessed that Dax would never want to cut his hair and was banking on that to further his argument to make the other the woman.