Bas could feel the water run in droplets down his chest, clothing, and end in a slap on the floor. He listened to the boys rant, observing every movement and gesture presented to him. The servant was in such distort, and angry at Spencer. Bas could understand why. It wasn't often that kitchen staff names stuck in Bas's head. Spencer was of noble blood, although no other noble wanted him and so his father had thrown he into the kitchen to see it straighten him up. With the features of this boy it did not surprise Bas that Spencer would pick on him, and the prince let out a sigh of irritation and rubbed his temple. At least no one was here to see him in this scenario.

The prince's eyes came directly to meet the boys. His own looking more like waves crashing, and swirling into rapid whirlpools around the black of his pupil. This boy had more then his own issues to worry about. He shouldered a greater burden. Of course he did, he was a peasant. A small string of words came back to the prince as he stared silently at the boy. The pig and the duck, who had argued over the living conditions of the lower class, although they had never been and would not comply to the prince gaining this knowledge first hand.

"Take your bucket, boy." Bas said throwing his head in the direction of the runaway water bucket. "And get back to work, before the taxes rise" He added calmly finally turning his gaze away from this servant to look around for anyone else. That would be the last thing he needed, to be seen covered in smelly dirty water. New clothes ruined, not that he cared. With the coast clear of stray servants and guards the prince made his leave as if the boy did not exist and made it through the castle and to his bedroom.