Well, it most certainly<i>wasn’t </i>Bernard lurking on the other side of his door.  Who greeted him was far better looking.  By Cassiopeia’s reaction, Orion coulda sworn that she’d just undress him with her eyes, not counting the fact that he was very nearly naked anyway.  The towel hid the essentials, but that was about it, and that was good enough for him.<br/><br/>“Is that how you normally answer the door?” the Princess snarkily asked.  “Or is that reserved for your valet?  I can leave and send him up here for you.”  Orion grinned like a drunken fool, as he quickly discovered that his definition of<i>leave</i>varied drastically from Cassiopeia’s definition of the same word.  After informing him that his parents were not on the premises, she made herself comfortable on his bed, watching him the entire time.<br/><br/>Closing the door, the Prince locked it, knowing he would not be disturbed.  Orion rarely locked his doors, but when he did, Bernard and the rest of the staff knew better than to bother him.  He walked past her and the bathroom, while ducking out of her view to lock the other door.<br/><br/>Returning to her, his “clothing” still consisted of only that towel.  “I’m surprised to see you here, Highness, though equally pleased as well,” he said.  Stroking her left shoulder through the soft material of her clothing, Orion leaned in closer and kissed her softly on the lips while looking into her eyes.  Did that answer her question?  The Prince wasn’t sure just yet.