Pot and Kettle

Sebastian couldn't help but smirk a little at her reaction. He knew damn well what title it was she didn't like. He'd not meant to twist the knife too much, though, instead leaning on the princess comment. Which had a fantastic effect, better than he expected. But he didn't linger, retreating to a more respectable distance.

He chuckled. And you'd show them all exactly that: they're fools. There weren't many soirees that required dancing, though. At least not presently. Not with so much else going on. Granted nobles still likely hosted things, but Sebastian had more or less instructed that he be an automatic decline to all. The Prince had more important things to attend - like ensuring they were kept safe to have their gatherings.

Maybe when there's less alcohol in your system, he amended with another slight chuckle. He shrugged, then, to her question. Whatever the lady desires. Offering a charming smile to her before ultimately laughing a bit. We do not host many events you'd need to dance for, Aoife, I'm merely teasing you.

Much to his surprise, she seemed keen on the bath idea after all. He couldn't help but give a laugh at her commentary. Stay here long enough, and so will you. She'd pulled away, then, moving over toward the tub he'd pointed out. Sebastian watched as she filled it with ease, hesitating just a moment as she went about heating the water.

If she really was going to take a bath, he was hardly going to allow her to put dirty clothes back on. He pursed his lips a moment in thought, before turning toward the door. I'll be back momentarily. It would also allow her the privacy to divest herself of her remaining clothes and get into the tub without an audience. Or, rather, a human audience.