Finishing with his tucking and pulling and trying to keep his wet hair from his face his iced eyes looked back towards the boy. He wore the same look as most of the servants that see his chamber for the first time. His gaze briefly met the floor. This wasn't what he wanted lower class to think of when they saw him, but it was. A prim, well dressed Prince. One that held himself over everyone, and that wasn't who he was. Not on the inside.

He swiftly caught himself as the servant turned towards him, and straightened up into a more respectable manner. The mask he slid on was the same emotionless look that had been forced onto him by his father. However, it was starting to crack listening to words of the servant. This man was disgusted by just looking at him. Little by little pieces of his imaginary mask broke and and fell to the floor. He wanted to scream at himself, as well as the servant. It was the hands. It must have been the hands that finally broke him. Pushing his hair over his head towards the back in a sleek style, only held by the water that hadn't dried yet he walked over to the servant maybe a little too closely. He wanted the boy to stop even though he had already finished.

"Stop, please.." Bas started, not quiet sure how he was going to continue he sentence. He just couldn't take this anymore. "Stop with the manners, and the highness, and everything. I am just......human" He finished to put it simply. Although his words were simple his tone wasn't. He struggled to keep composure and quickly broke under the stress of his words, looking down at the servant with sad eyes. The seeming to melt away in them before he realized how close he really was, and backed away trying to find his princely manners.