Their expression shifted as they worked through everything they had, he was his own height. But refused to admit when he was caught. He may, or may not, have met a prince before. He carries a title, well educated for it.
"I'm glad you don't think I look old." The words are absentminded as they compare what can be seen to what can be remembered. Mind still rolling through pieces and fragments that are softly hidden but still there.
He was smart, but didn't catch onto the more subtle parts of their disguise, but was trying to cover with guesswork. Like a politician. Someone good at talking but also likely to be in trouble sleeping with some diplomat's daughter. Or son. They still didn't have a clear answer on that one. It felt right. There was a cadence to how he spoke that sounded right. Strip away the disguise it looked right. Right height, right annoyingness, right education. There were so many summoned they didn't know, so there were certainly other options, in theory. But they could only take the shot they could see, and at this point what had they to lose but pride?
"I have one last question for you," Prince Maxwell smiled. A dangerous small smile. The kind with a subtle menace, playful but absolutely an omen of disaster. They reached into their pocket for one of the butterfly pins. "Does this belong to you, Claude?"
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"I'm glad you don't think I look old." The words are absentminded as they compare what can be seen to what can be remembered. Mind still rolling through pieces and fragments that are softly hidden but still there.
He was smart, but didn't catch onto the more subtle parts of their disguise, but was trying to cover with guesswork. Like a politician. Someone good at talking but also likely to be in trouble sleeping with some diplomat's daughter. Or son. They still didn't have a clear answer on that one. It felt right. There was a cadence to how he spoke that sounded right. Strip away the disguise it looked right. Right height, right annoyingness, right education. There were so many summoned they didn't know, so there were certainly other options, in theory. But they could only take the shot they could see, and at this point what had they to lose but pride?
"I have one last question for you," Prince Maxwell smiled. A dangerous small smile. The kind with a subtle menace, playful but absolutely an omen of disaster. They reached into their pocket for one of the butterfly pins. "Does this belong to you, Claude?"