Northstar Vale Molars gnashing

It was only when the emperor's voice rung that Clay darted his tongue out to lick his nose nervously, gazing upwards and drawing back to rise. He did so slowly, deliberately. Just in case the lord was displeased and wanted him to remain.

He didn't like the fact Takeshi was quick to change personalities. The man that had demanded attention and reprimanded him as a peasant was gone, replaced with that of a noble. Clay's ears flicked slightly as he listened around.

Were others here?

Was it just them?

"Likewise...sir." He responded, still looking towards the ground, baring the nape of his neck towards the other in a show of respect. "Thank you, sir. I wish to as well so that I may bring my beloved here." The boy's voice was quick, quiet. Sharp and accented as he gave over his authority to the pale beast. He didn't want to upset the man more, to evoke a rage and have his place destined to be at the bottom. It still burned though, the feeling. The disdain for his current obedience.

Valour.

He wished Valour was here. He wished Valour would be with him.