Laius continued to smile charmingly. [b]"The honor is all mine, lady Alicia."[/b] He purred at the pegasus mounted warrior. Westshire sounded familiar to him, but frankly he didn't pay much mind to the foreign lands of the world. It was probably in Ylisse, considering she rode upon a winged horse instead of a wyvern. Her armor seemed to signify the same thing. Beauty, skill and nobility. Quite the illustrious guest he had amongst his midst. One who caught on quickly to his position amongst his fellow Plegians. He nodded his head when she asked if he was the heir to the desert country's throne. [b]"Why, of course. I am indeed the prince of this fine country you find yourself in n-"[/b] It was then that Laius heard a voice talking over his. Someone had marched up to him and decided, rather than let him finish talking to this delightful young woman, they would march up and start demanding something of him. 

[b]"Pardon me for a moment."[/b] Laius directed to Alicia, before turning to the cause of such a RUDE interruption. It was the fool from early, bowing down to him like the ill mannered filth that he was! Interrupting a man whilst he charmed a fine woman! A pitiful excuse for a Plegian this man was. The fury which built upon Laius' face would shake even the most stalwart of generals. The sheer rage inside him nearly manifested as a tangible aura of pure terror. The irritated royal opened his mouth, hissing a bone chilling [i]'Goooooooooo'[/i] at the foul cavalier as he groveled. He didn't even hear what the sod had said to him, but he honestly didn't care. Once his death bringing whisper had left his lips, he turned back to Alicia, his face just as pleasant and pleased as it was when he first began talking to her. 

[b]"Right, as I was saying, yes, I'm the crown prince of this fine country. I'm assuming you're a tad surprised, but I quite often walk the streets of my people. I don't so often cut down Ylissean soldiers, but they don't march into my capital all that often either."[/B] He continued from where he left off, as if the SCUM that was Phillip hadn't come before him with such a meek request for aid. The nerve of some people, to pull his attention away from the finer sex. The nerve.