Lion Head Mesa I'll probably get soup. Or something light.

The demands made of him were quite clear. Charles had felt a pit in his stomach ever since the demands were made concrete, even though of course he knew that Lilitu was going into heat. He had eaten ample berries before finally gathering his courage out of his toes. By the time he reached her chambers Prince Charles was rather drunk and high on berries, and ready to prove his manliness again. He'd done it again, with Nyra — Now, he was in a much better position, and he had a lot more to prove.

Princess, Charles drawled as he appeared at the entrance to her chambers, a charming smile on his face as he looked at her with clear (albeit faux) interest.