A flash of annoyance passed through Frey's eyes as Asbel refused to eat it. He paused, as if he had no idea what to do, but the expression lasted less than a split second. Then, he chuckled. It wasn't the happy, light, fluttery kind of laughter he emmited when his plans were successful. No, this was a much more sinister laughter that only forewarned disaster. Whenever he laughed like that, eyes glittering with even more malice than usual, most people were smart enough to run. 

"You're right." He said in a dangerously soft voice, hurling the toxic fruit behind him and putting both hands Behring his head in a relaxed position. The prince may not have the golden looks of his siblings, but he was really handsome. It was just a rebellious, evil, mischievous kind of handsome. The same way someone might find a vampire or demon attractive. 

Frey seemed to be alright. Not minding at all that Asbel foiled his plan. Then, it began, first like a dribble. "Of course you wouldn't be hungry. I mean look at you. Look around you." He accused, gesturing around the amazing room to prove his point. 

"I don't understand why we keep you around." He spat, rocking on his heels. Oh, how he yearned for someone to react to what he said. It was irrelevant that they would have negative emotions, and reactions. 

Frey, despite being raised the same way as his siblings, had a twisted philosophy. At one point, he was a nihilist, claiming he was the only real person and everyone else was a dream. Currently, he didn't see the point in being kind. You didn't receive anything special. 

"You know, you're just a-" Before he could finish speaking, the castle sorcerer burst into the room. "Ew." Frey huffed cruelly. The man took a deep breath through his nose. A lot of people did that around him, he realized. 

The sorcerer was a middle-aged man with whiskers and eyes Frey didn't trust. Sometimes that prince would fantasize about being a hero, and the towering sorcerer would always be the villain. At least in his imagination. "Your highness! What do you think you are doing?" 

Thinking quickly, Frey looped his arms around Asbel in a warm, touching way. It was time to act like the angel foreigners thought he was. "Just an amazing creature." He said in a most sincere way. The sorcerer's expression softened only a bit, he knew Frey was up to no good.