The rest of Douko’s group climbed the stairs after Red entered the plane. They dispersed themselves around the plane, one sitting near Douko. The stewardess’ followed last and began their procedures preparing for flight. Douko glanced at Red as he heard his whispered voice speaking to the snake. Werewolves had heightened senses, if the boy thought it was being quiet… The entire plane could hear him. He heard the engines starting and looked back out the window, seeing the city skyline of the humans in the distance. He wondered how different it was from his own home. He had never set foot in the human countries before, this being his first and hopefully last, visit.<br/><br/>His attention turned to the boy when a question was asked, the two locking eyes. Douko was silent, taking in the nerves of the boy. He was obviously agitated, the sweet smell radiating off his body told him he was nervous, or at least uncomfortable. “Yes.” Was his only reply before he turned back to the window, his head resting back. Douko was being an obvious ass, he knew what the boy meant, but he wasn’t going help the individual. If he wanted water, he could get himself some water. He was a prince, not a meek servant. Or at least, he shouldn’t act that way. He was going to get eaten alive.<br/><br/>The plane started moving minutes later and before long it gained speed on the runway and lifted into the air. Once the plane leveled out the stewardess began coming around and offering drinks and snacks. The flight wasn’t long, only a few hours. Douko took a rum and coke when the woman came to him first. She went back and got the prince his beverage before going over to Red. The other stewardess asked his body guards if they needed anything. “Can I get you anything, Your Highness?” She asked, bending slightly to talk to him from where he sat.<br/><br/><br/>Douko took a drink from his glass, swirling the liquid after doing so. He looked back out the window, watching the clouds drift by before they entered one, the scene shifting to nothing but white wisps. Douko closed the window and looked down the small aisle at Red, silently watching him as he took another drink. How were their fathers expecting this to work out? If Red didn’t die just be living in a house full of werewolves, he would surely die if they ever had sex. Whether it was his ego talking or actual concern, he was sure the other couldn’t handle bedding a werewolf, even a woman. Douko drank.