The Sentinels Composed upon Westminster Bridge

"Flaris, my lady," he introduced himself, bowing. "And it has been a pleasure beyond all pleasures to have had private audience to that brilliant performance." He looked to them fondly, though found himself sorely disappointed with how... young and innocent they both appeared, smiling angelically at him. Cherubic faces fitted unfortunately onto bodies yet on the cusp of sexual maturity. His tail wagged the thoughts away, thought personally felt unapologetic for his virile thoughts. "I would gladly turn into a flower if it meant hearing you sing more often, my queen." He was unable to speak another way; to be any less praising or flourishing. Flaris had been raised to bow and serve, love and entertain— he was lowborn royalty— and he would not be any different in Donnelaith. "Have either of you eaten this afternoon? Would it please the ladies if I fetched dinner?"