Elara watched as the Prince fumbled a little at slowly removing his armor, as if he wasn't exactly sure how to take it off. It amused her that he left his trousers on and he stepped into the water of the deep bath while lecturing her first about the mages and then her little display of removing her armor. Slowly, the vampire Queen sloshed through the water to grasp one and then the other of his pants' legs, tugging sharply to slide the wet fabric off him with a smile. "First off, the mages that reside in Arcadia are not from your father's court or even his kingdom. Mages and even normal mortals have been falling into our realm before the Sundering and like most creatures... they tend to reproduce. The ones that serve me now were all born here. Remarkably, mortal bodies can still bring life to his dead world, which is quite lucky for us... since we would have become desperate for sustenance long before now if we were forced to rely on the ones we took from your camps."<br/><br/>The Queen tossed Cyne's sopping wet trousers outside the bath and then let out a long, low whistle, almost musical in nature. Barely thirty seconds passed before a girl entered, dark brown hair cut at her shoulders with green eyes that looked at her feet as she knelt. "Your Highness?" She asked the Queen, keeping her eyes firmly away from the male in the bath.<br/><br/>"Take those and the armor and clothing on the bed, clean them or have them cleaned and dried properly. In the meantime, find appropriate attire for my guest. I can't have a royal mortal walk around without something fitting to suit his station after all." Elara commanded, beckoning the girl to take the tossed trousers and pointing at the bed. After a hurried bow of her head, the servant quickly did as she was told, while Elara rested her arms on the wall of the bath, returning her gaze to Cyne. "Your Grace, do not insult a Queen and former General of an army who essentially walked home with the heir to your father's throne. It's impolite." She teased him playfully, shoving one of his feet with hers. "And like this, the only weapon I have is my strength and fangs, and the only one you have is magic, young Burner." Her eyes flickered at him as she gave him a challenging sort of look. "Yet we're in a pool of water, and unless you would like to boil the both of us, I don't think you're going to attack me."