[color=silver]"You should get used to it."[/color] He told her, his face once again expressionless. [color=silver]"That isn't going to stop anytime soon."[/color] He continued, feeling his stomach knot up. He felt like he'd hurt her just now but he'd never known any differently. What was it like to tell someone to do something for you without having to yell at them? 

It felt like a magic trick he couldn't ever figure out. How to gain respect without demanding it. It was something his father had never gotten the hang of, but his older brother seemed to know well despite not being able to claim the throne. 

While he was thinking, Lux was poking at a steak knife and when he heard her ask what it did, he turned to look at her. Noticing it, his eyes went wide. [color=silver]"Don't touch that!"[/color] He yelled, almost diving for the knife. He cut his finger pushing the knife away from her as it slid across the table and fell to the floor with a loud clang. He sighed a breath of relief and laid his head against the table to catch his breath. He began to wonder if this was what having a child was like. Constant worry. If so, he didn't want one. [color=silver]"That's a knife. It's used to cut things and it can be very dangerous."[/color] He explained, lifting up his head to inspect his finger. The cut wasn't very deep but there was a small droplet of blood that began to pool up and drip down his middle finger. [color=silver]"See? So, don't touch anything please... For me?"[/color] He asked, sending her a pleading look. He didn't know if he could take this much worry.