Reaching out with his non-wounded hand, Frey stopped as Aren quickly excused himself and left. His expression was priceless. "Ah, I live for moment like these.. " He said before errputing into a stream of insane giggles and laughter. Everyone in the rooms around him had moved; they wouldn't jeapordize their safety by being around the prince! But once he was sure all the company was gone, Frey stopped and placed a single hand on the windowsil. "Aren never finished cleaning the shards of glass..." He mused nonchalantly. 

For a moment, he was considering tracking the brown-haired servant down and telling at him to clean it up, but decided that he had scared the poor guy enough for one night. Even Frey had his morals. Plus, he didn't really have anything against the other guy. 

Asbel, on the other hand, was another story. The prince snickered, knowing all he needed to do was hug the phoenix and he would be so mad! Frey slipped PFF his shoes. If he padded around n his socks, of was easier to slip by everyone else's rooms. 

As he walked, he was glad that the halls were lit by chandeliers. He had a horrible fear of the dark. Ever since the day he had been trapped in a forest at night.. Ever since he had seen wolves and bears corrupted by darkness... he could never live without light of some kind. 

Finally, Frey made it to Asbel's room. Casually, he strolled in. "Why hello there, Asbel." He said in a chipper tone and walking over to him. Ignoring any pleas or words, Frey placed his hand on the phoenix's shoulder. It was actually pretty bright. Good thing, too...