"Am I? With you?" he twisted her words, offering her a sardonic grin instead of answers. "Am I bothering you, sweet one? Then maybe I should leave you, and make my farewell." He bowed deeply, making a sweeping gesture, as regal as any prince of the blood. He had the grace of a dancing master, coupled with the elegance and style of a panther.
"Your wish is my command, after all, tell me what you want, and I'll do it...." It amused him to play the courtier, for the moment, for her entertainment. Somehow he did not think his brother would be amused at all.