Well that was a relief, knowing they wouldn't have to kill the witch themselves and yet the relief was short lived as Emris watched the man take a step back. Just how much worse could it get? Because right now he couldn't think of anything worse than dealing with a witch-Emris started at the word lover, just barely managing to get a grip on the shock of panic that the implied meaning behind that word. The likelihood of being killed by a witch paled in light of this new request. He opened his mouth twice to say something but no words came out and instead he focused on a point just past the prince's head, gaze locked on the faint shade of pink that peeked just past the horizon line.<br/><br/>Insulting? No, it was down right suicidal is what it was. He'd been so careful to bury that part himself, seeing as it gave him nothing but trouble and now the man was asking him to dig it up, and for what? On the off chance that it gave him enough time to find someone who may or may not have the necessary knowledge needed to kill a witch.<br/><br/>The tremor the Bazel's voice have him the smallest bit of satisfaction. The man should be afraid. Did he not realize the amount of danger he placed himself in with just that one little request. What if he'd asked someone else? Someone a lot less forgiving.<br/><br/>Emris flexed his fingers refocusing his gaze on the prince, "I'll do it." He didn't look forward to the possible fallout of this little plan, but the alternative was even less desirable. Because if the kingdom fell to the witch the royal family wouldn't be the only ones affected. And it was just pretend wasn't it? Pretending, he could do. "Are there any other mad requests you would like me to agree to?"