#[he still withers like an owlet under paimon's gaze]

[grimowled]

peers down at him.

OH, FOR THE LOVE OF--

very few could still take the prince by surprise, his most venerable father being one of them - able to appear wherever he pleased with nary a woosh! to his sudden ingress. he swiftly regains what little he has left of his reeling composure and dusts off any lingering ungainliness, instead splaying a gloved hand over his thumping! chest to bow in dutiful greeting to the unreasonably taller demon king towering over him, dismissing the distinct feeling of shrinking under the scrutinising gaze boring burning holes into him.

"... yes, father. how may I serve you?"