[Well, doesn't he feel privileged?]

[Those fingers sure are interesting. He gives a none-to-subtle glance at them, eyes narrowed as he focused. Some type of armor? He'd never seen something that hugged the flesh so tightly.]

[He made a note to ask about it later.]

True, perhaps, but I doubt any of them could be quite so dashing as they do it. [Once again, the grin is back.] Though if you find someone who can do more, I'd welcome you to point them in my direction.

[Far off land where his father can't judge him? He might as well indulge in the sights.]