He didn’t want to, but he looked the moment the door opened and Ryland entered the room.<br/><br/><i>Beautiful,</i>was his first thought.<i>I’m an idiot,</i>was the next.<br/><br/>His gaze slid down to Ryland’s legs as the man made his way over, then away as he tried to look disinterested in his visitor.  It was a failed attempt, as letting the prince in to begin with hinted at some sort of interest.  Keth should have sent him away.<br/><br/><i>Is this meant to tempt me?</i><br/><br/>Kethaias rolled his eyes and folded his arms over himself, trying to look either bored or offended when he could summon the strength to be neither.  The dumping of his legs off of the couch got him close.  Instead of getting angry over the invasion, which would have been the expected outcome in any other situation, Keth sighed and let it happen… let<i>all</i>of it happen, which was both uncharacteristic of him and out of place for any ruler.  What did it matter, though?  Ryland’s little plans for lunch would not be swayed, not without some crazy and heated argument, and Keth had already had his fill of conflict for the day.<br/><br/><i>Or has my brother offered you unfavorable terms for my hand?</i><br/><br/>He nearly scoffed, but ended up just staring at the prince.  Even as the table was brought in and servants worked to clean his mess, even as Ryland moved his leg out of the way, he only stared.  Ryland didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care.<br/><br/><i>Do you find me so very unworthy of it?</i><br/><br/>The coffee sitting there was unwanted, but no more so than the prince himself.  Kethaias eyed the steaming cup, then began to move, as if he were intending to sit up properly and drink his coffee like a civilized man.  But he didn’t want the coffee, and he definitely didn’t want to be civilized.  Kethaias only turned himself about and dropped his head into Ryland’s lap with a great sigh.<br/><br/>“It’s all been taken care of,” he muttered, finding a more comfortable position on his side so he could curl his legs onto the couch easier.  Then, as if anticipating objection,“Shut up.  If you’re going to insist on thrusting yourself upon me in some annoying attempt at winning a bet I’ve long since stopped caring about, then you can serve a purpose.<i>Pillow.</i>”