[color=#b97703]“Oh, I will,”[/color] Cas laughed when Iris said he could call her an idiot if she ever curtseyed to him. All joking aside, he was relieved she was so intent on keeping up the way they had interacted so far. It lessened his worries that things might change between them later on. He liked having a friend around whom he could speak with so casually, and he had a feeling he was going to like having her around at his home. She was certainly better company than his father. The king rarely left his bedroom anymore, and when he did, it was just to lecture him about ways he could be a better heir to the throne. They hadn’t had a casual conversation since his mother passed five years ago.

As Iris commented on the condition of his car, Cas was drawn from his thoughts. [color=#b97703]“Well, I don’t do any of the work myself,”[/color] he shrugged. [color=#b97703]“We have people who take care of all our cars, just like they do the house. I appreciate the effort they’ve put in to keep it so pristine though.”[/color] He casted her a sideways glance. Every once in a while she made comments like that that threw him off. Just because he was royalty didn’t mean he was that much better off than everyone else in the capital. Every high born he’d met had plenty of servants to take care of their belongings too. It was normal. He couldn’t help but wonder why she would have thought that he cleaned his own house and car and even cooked.

At her mention of his friends, he scoffed. [color=#b97703]“Yeah, riding or driving,”[/color] he confirmed, adjusting a side mirror he’d just noticed Jay had altered when he’d borrowed it. [color=#b97703]“I actually lent it to one of them the same night I found you. Just looking at the odometer, I’m pretty sure he spent most of yesterday joyriding around the city.”[/color] The car was still new enough that there were barely any miles on it anyway, so he didn’t really mind. He just liked giving Jay shit about it, since he technically hadn’t given his friend permission to drive it as much as he had.

[color=#b97703]“If you insist,”[/color] Cas smiled when Iris told him to pick the music. [color=#b97703]“But that means you can’t complain if you don’t like what I choose, alright?”[/color] Looking down at his phone, he scrolled through the playlists he already had set up until he found one he was in the mood to listen to. Hitting play, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urh5qHBVDeo&list=RDurh5qHBVDeo&start_radio=1][color=aba000]indie music[/color][/url] began to fill the car, and he glanced up at her again proudly, [color=#b97703]“What did I tell you? Aren’t the speakers great?”[/color]

When she thanked him for telling her who he was, he blinked. [color=#b97703]“You’re welcome.”[/color] She was going to find out anyway. He’d just wanted her to hear it from him instead of being surprised by the mansion he was about to bring her back to. [color=#b97703]“I already know a little about who you are,”[/color] he went on, putting the car in drive to take them out of the lot. [color=#b97703]“You’re Iris, the chocolate-loving dancer who hates hospitals and likes to cook. You’re also fun company to be around, and I definitely still want to get drinks with you.”[/color]

Pulling up to the exit, he looked both ways before driving onto the street. [color=#b97703]“How’s your leg feeling, by the way?”[/color] he asked, his brown eyes flicking toward her briefly before returning to the road. [color=#b97703]“I was thinking, if you’re up for it, we could stop by an outlet to get you some stuff, since you don’t have much. Maybe a toothbrush for starters and some new clothes, so you don’t have to wear that dress every day?”[/color] It looked good on her, but he doubted it was comfortable. Something that nice wasn’t designed to be worn casually. He glanced at her again, [color=#b97703]“What do you think?”[/color]