Mikleo took the coat thrown to him and folded it over his arm. He could familiarize himself with Sorey's wardrobe with relative ease, the prince didn't seen fussy about his clothes.

Mikleo stood, holding the coat. The slender gold chain attached to his wrist clinked against the floor as he walked across the room. "You don't have servants to undress you?" He asked. "I can assume that duty if you wish it."