When Iris teased about the theater, Cas smiled. [color=#b97703]“It does from me,”[/color] he said loftily. [color=#b97703]“I like it better than going to the public theater anyway. It’s nice to have my own spot where I can watch all the newest movies without a crowd watching [i]me[/i].”[/color] He shook his head at the thought. He was used to all the attention he got as the prince of the country, but that didn’t mean he liked it. It was hard to relax in a movie theater when he knew half the audience was sneaking glances at him to see how he would react to a jump scare in a horror film or a tearjerker in a romance flick. Plus, there were always the reporters waiting to look for material they could use to write another pointless article about him. Being alone or with a few friends in the comfort of his home was much better.

At her gibe about him being squeamish, he scoffed. [color=#b97703]“I’m not [i]that[/i] bad!”[/color] he defended, a little embarrassed by the accusation. [color=#b97703]“I still took you to the hospital even though you were bleeding all over me. I just prefer not to be around it if I don’t have to be…”[/color] That, and he just didn’t have much experience with blood and gore in general. High borns rarely engaged in anything that might get them hurt. The worst injuries he’d seen happen to real people before finding her were players on sports teams breaking bones every once in a while, and even that was through the distance of a TV screen. Still, though he was chagrined, he appreciated that she was even willing to say something like that to his face. Most other people he knew weren’t that bold.

While Iris looked around the bedroom, he set her things down by the wall and then stood near the window with his arms folded over his chest. Every time she reacted to the places he took her with such childlike enthusiasm, he liked it. Her energy was infectious, and he felt a smile creep its way onto his lips as he watched her sit down in one of the lounge chairs.

[color=#b97703]“Sure thing,”[/color] he said when she thanked him for bringing her bags. Taking a step away from the window, he added, [color=#b97703]“I’ll let you take some time to get settled. When you’re ready, come to the kitchen. It’s straight past the room we came in through on the other side of the house. If you need directions, the maids can help.”[/color] He glanced over his shoulder through the door. There hadn’t been too many servants running around that he had seen, but there were always some nearby. His family had a small army of hired staff, since their estate was so huge. He was sure she could find someone if she looked.

[color=#b97703]“I’ll ask the cooks to make us a late lunch,”[/color] he went on, turning back to her. [color=#b97703]“Hopefully, they’ll have that ready by the time you come out to eat.”[/color] He walked back to the door and grabbed the handle, casting her one more smile. [color=#b97703]“See you in a little while, Iris.”[/color] With that, he headed out, closing the door behind him to give her some privacy while he went to find the chefs.