It didn't take long for Russell to shower and dress. So maybe it was five instead of four, but military habits died hard. The look on Noctis' face when he smiled at the kid making them dinner for a change puzzled him. Did he never get compliments? A pat on the head?
His family had never had to discipline their slaves in a threatening or abusive manner. Most of them had served the Royal family for generations and were proud to do so. Though there were a few that were rebels... the ones who had killed his mother and father, but that wasn't something he liked to think of. They had all been captured and executed.
As much as Russ sometimes wanted to kill Noctis, he would never think of actually doing it. He had much better control than that and short of the kid trying to kill him, there was no reason to go that far.
He dressed quickly and returned to the kitchen. He set the table with military efficiency including wine glasses for both of them.