[i][b]"You'll make a fine knight if you can temper yourself. Kingsguard or not however, Ser Jaime and I as the senior knights are old enough to be your great grandfather. Most humans in the kingdom, including the king himself are but children to us."

"So when we call you boy don't take it personally, take it as a form of endearment. Do you understand. Boy?[/b][/i]

Cleo sighed but nodded."Yeah Yeah, I guess I understand. But still don't like being called boy! I am a man." He said proudly, crossing his arms. In Cleo's mind, he was the manliest man that has ever lived. Of course, it wasn't [i]that[/i] true, but he refused to believe otherwise. Why would he? He worked his ass off to get where he was.

[b][i]," The kitchens have a back entrance if you turn right down this corridor. You certainly aren't the first knight to pull something like this off. The carrot wine will give you a surprisingly good feeling but wont dull your wits. Perfect for events like these."[/i][/b]
Hearing this, Cleo smirked."Is that so? Great to know~!" He grinned and started making his way down the corridor. He might sneak in a few meals here and there, but what harm would that be? No harm at all, thats what. Besides, that head chef dude had to make a whole bunch of food, so its not like they'd miss a bread roll or two. Or ten. 

[b][i]" And fix that accent, the language of the common folk isn't proper for your station."[/i][/b]

Cleo turned to him, walking backwards. He laughed."Fix my accent? Fuck that! This accent is what makes me, me!" He grinned."Besides, I can't simply stop talking this way, since I've always talked like this, yeah? So leave my accent alone, ya old Boggart." He smiled at Rouen and went to the kitchen.