"Your aura looks controlled yet unsettled, prince. What happened?" — Orland, who had decided not to leave it all to a young Clemente said as he approached Zeleskiaz. Wanting to be cold although he knew wiser not to, given the knowledge a friend had announced about a son's temperament.
"… Nothing." — He said, distracted as he looked where the only able to lull the disgust away sat. Lowering his gaze as her figure cleaned slightly the sourness of the encounter… while the action instead impulsed the coldness of the duke to come back bluntly after noticing how the waver of his eyes came along with a tamer aura.
"It does not look and did not feel like nothing. For a moment I thought a fight would break, brat."
"… It did not."
"You are known for these sudden fits. What else would you believe would happen if you were me?… Tsk! And look at me when I'm talking to you. Have some shame when looking at my daughter in my presence!"
