The Prince shrugged at her assessment.  There was really nothing for him to say.  When she was right, she was right.  “Perhaps you’re right, Highness,” he said.  “Though I must admit, I never thought of acting just to get out of doing something.  Not sure how effective an actor I’d be.”  Orion chuckled at the thought.  “Besides,” he continued, “Mother always likes to remind me of the privilege I was born into, and replacing Father eventually.  I pretty much have to be on death’s door in order for me to skip a function.”<br/><br/>“Think nothing of it, Cassiopeia,” he stated at her gratitude and apology.  “Get some rest and get rid of that headache.”  She probably acted the apparent stumble, Orion surmised.  Her whispered message, however, seemed authentic.  "I'd like to meet you later, when most of the house has gone to bed," she murmured.<br/><br/>Orion’s return downstairs could wait a few more moments.  He felt it necessary to address her veiled statement.  “Oh, do you now, Princess?  And what exactly did you have in mind?  What of our phantom, sneaky photographer?” he asked.  All were good questions in his opinion.  Questions he was quite eager to hear her answers to.