Neil rolled his eyes at the smile Aiden had. He tried to like the guy, and while he felt he was being unfairly messed with by his siblings for his ascension, there was something that tugged him the wrong way. When Aiden looked his way, Neil nodded, his following comment made with an effete inflection. "That would be marvelous! Don't you agree Taya?" 

The young girl practically squee'd. Neil chuckled as she went on a small tirade on how she would absolutely love to come. "Very well then." Aiden replied, and took Junebug's hand in his own to kiss. His voice was honeyed. "If you would dry yourself off, I'll take you to the royal hairdressers." He turned to Neil. "We'll 'rendezvous' near the exit of the left wing?" The Prince asked. Neil flashed a smile. "Whatever you say, bud." 

Once Junebug and Aiden had exited, Neil flourished his hand out of the hot tub. "And I haven't a thing to wear!" He exclaimed. Taya did not catch the sarcasm. "I'm sure you've received formal clothes in your room. Go and look after you dry off." She said, before she did what Neil could only describe as 'toodled' out of the room. The Pilot sighed, giving an unamused look forward as if he was peering into a camera. 

Once Neil and Taya had finished getting dressed, they found that the butlers had already wiped the floors clean. Though their personal effects hadn't been moved. Taya wore a very smart, two piece dress that, while modest, accentuated how pretty and young she was. Neil wore an open buttoned suit, with his white sleeves rolled up in a workman's fashion. Despite the twist in the style, Taya blinked. "You look quite good in a suit." She said. "I never would have thought."

"Oh, thank you." He replied, fixing his collar. "I hate wearing them usually, unless I'm going on a date. Too bad my woman's taken." 

"Your what!?" She said, aghast and delighted. Neil looked at her as if she was insane, then caught on. It was so much like a girl to be happy over drama. Neil just knew her thoughts immediately. "I meant Quetzalli." 

"Riiiiiiiight." She said, wholly unconvinced. Her attitude was paused when she saw Neil loading a smaller 10mm caliber gun that he promptly slid into the back of his pants, under his jacket. "...W-Why do you have that?" 

He glanced her way. "It's an Opera, not a musical. Things could get hairy."
[@Penny]