Riku flushed pink a little, and ducked his head a little. The Prince did flatter him so.
Alright, they wouldn't dance right now. Now wasn't really the time. They'd dance when they got back home.
"Yes, Sora," Riku agreed, giving the Prince's hand a gentle squeeze. "If I am to be fighting with the Trabians," and he wasn't saying that he liked the idea of being separated from the Prince's general area, "I think I will be fine. I have been to their camp," more than the Prince would like, but also more than the Prince too. "They have taken to me pretty well." He was generally an accepted face around the camp.
"They will treat me as their own," Riku assured the Prince. He wouldn't be left to defend himself, or purposefully put in dangerous positions.