Without any handlers present to enforce proper etiquette, Mikleo felt confident about looking Sorey in the eyes instead of bowing his head. He even let his amusement with the situation show by smirking as he laid outstretched on the bed, flat on his stomach, with his head propped up on one crooked arm.

"You seem weary, your highness," he said. "May I rub your shoulders? Or perhaps your feet?"