Emris was glad that the Prince didn't bring up the state that he was in. It was bad enough that the other man had to see him like that. He usually avoided places that caused such a reaction, but knowing that it was near impossible in this place he needed to get a handle on it. He couldn't ask the Prince to accompany him every time he wanted to go in the tunnels. No, he would have keep going back. Until this was a thing of the past. He knew that his reaction was irrational but even as he continued to tell himself this, his mind had a way of twisting his perception. Until it was all warped and out of sorts and he didn't know up from down.<br/><br/>The dread of the passages faded in the warm light of the study and the tension slowly melted away enough that Emris could breath noramlly again. That was until he actually took the time to study the other man; his ears heating up for a completely different reason and he forced his gaze elsewhere, a small frown on his face. This was not...he shouldn't be...curiousty got the better of him though and he looked back to , wondering about the scar that marred his neck. Not that he got much more than a glance before Bazel laced up his shirt proper.<br/><br/>Emris thought to apologize for staring but he couldn't find his tongue and instead he just nodded when the man mentioned food. He'd almost forgotten part of the reason he'd come here.<br/><br/>"I only wanted a bit of company. It's too quiet here," a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he reached forward to grab a piece of bread. By this point he didn't know if the prince was just nervous around him or if this was his natural disposition. It was strange to think of a prince as socially awkward. The two words did not seem to be able to work together and yet Bazel had already proven to be different from the others of his breed. Emris found his quirks endearing, it made him more human somehow. Nothing like he'd first expected the Prince to be like.<br/><br/>"If it's too much trouble, I ca–" confused, Emris glanced around the study, trying to figure what had him suddenly off balance. Something was missing, something...that wasn't right. How had he not noticed until now the lack of candles in the room. But how else– it was then that he noticed the flowers trailing along the ceiling that had him stunned. At a lose for words. "Ho...I've never...what are those called?" he pointed towards the glowing flowers, the wonderment in his voice evident, "They're like candles, but they're not. It's amazing isn't it? How do they do that?"