Frey's eyes lost their cruel, heartless glare and instead shifted to one of blankness as he was grabbed once again. Asbel really wanted to hold him, keep him helpless. This brought a smirk to Frey's face. So the immortal bird was scared, was he? The prince didn't miss the fleeting look of panic that crossed his nemesis' features. The prince chuckled softly, knowing that look very well. It was one his servants- particularly Anders- gave him right before Frey terrorized the poor man. The expression reminded him of a chicken that was about to be beheaded. Or maybe a criminal who was about to be kissed by the guillotine. And yet, when Asbel spoke once again, his tone was cool and calm. The prince's lips curled in a scowl for a few moments before he responded. 

"Excuse me? Who do you think you're talking to, PET? You're nothing but the sorcerer's little cash cow and pet. Are you not seventeen years of age? Why, then do you play the part of a wise man when in fact you have never seen outside the palace?" Frey grunted to support his point, then placed his smooth palms atop Asbel's hands, and tried to gently pry them off. He then flashed a grin. "But... it's so much fun harassing the servants. It's not like I have any personal ones, anyways. Have you ever seen a grown man scream and jump out a window?" He giggled. 'I haven't. It'd be fun to try and make Anders do it, though." 

Frey sighed. "Listen, Ash-Bell." Purposely mispronouncing the phoenix's name, he continued. Why was he still talking to him? Why bother? There was little point in talking to something that had been raised to love the devious sorcerer. "You are nothing but a pet. A well-behaved, magic-producing, human-like pet. Isn't it amazing? You don't have to think- Bachus does it for you. Unfortunately for the rest of us, we're not pampered. Even though I'm a prince, the damn servants have better rooms than I do. Nothing wrong with it, of course." Realizing he had slipped up and accidentally shown his more mellow side, Frey corrected himself. "Nothing but everything, that is!" In a quick force, he pushed the phoenix back roughly. 

"Be a diplomat? Are you kidding me?" He laughed heartily. "Does it look like I give half a damn about my kingdom?" He said it so surely, but there was genuine worry in his eyes. Being a diplomat... Wouldn't be such a bad thing, actually. But he had to deal with the tasks at hand. "Does it? Because if it did, then I need to correct it." Then, not being able to stand it any longer, added, "And turn the lights back on, you bastard!"