With the, thing, finally off of him he shifts to slowly sit up and stretches first one, then the other arm across his chest. "Mind if I get up?" He didn't wait for a response though and slipped from between the covers which fell away like a ripple of water revealing his near pristine flesh. Near. There was a scar on his back about the same size and shape as a cane like those a teacher might hold. There were a couple on his knees and a jagged one that seemed to have healed rather poorly above his left hip. With his back to his assassin he stretched his arms above his head and worked the kinks out of his body, yawning quietly and ruffling up his own hair as he relaxed from the stretch. "I can't think on an empty stomach, looks like I have grapes and water, oh wait. Or wine." He poured them an a glass and placed it in front of him with a small bunch of the black grapes before kicking back into his chair and pouring himself some water, savouring the first cool sip of it. 

"So, who is it who hired you to kill me, I think if I'm going to...hold on." Lifting a hand to shush the hit man there was silence then a a couple of seconds later footfalls and a rap on the door. A timid voice shouted through, "Are you alright mi'lord?" To which the Prince called back, "I am, I can't sleep so I'm going to read before bed. Run along now or you'll never be up early enough to help me dress in the morning." There was a quiet eep and a hurried 'yes sir' before the foot steps retreated back down the hall and away. "You lay one hand on that boy and I swear I'll haunt you." For a moment the jovial, unbothered appearance became as hard and keen as a Lion's predatory gaze, his eyes like a hawks honing on a target. Then like a shadow on the moon it had passed and he was relaxed again. "Where was I? Oh yes. So who hried you? I think I have the right to know if I'm not going to see the sunrise don't I?"