The prince's expression when he spoke of the witch did nothing to assuage Emris' growing trepidation and for first time he wondered just what he had gotten himself into. It wouldn't be the last time that he asked himself that same question. No, he was sure things would only get worse as the days went on. Although it did help to distract him from the attractive coloring that stained the Prince's pale cheeks and the soft quality if his hands that Emris hadn't realized he'd still been holding until the man had pulled away. He needed to get a hold of himself. He'd only been in the other man's presence no more than a day and already he was slipping. And gods only knew just how long he'd be around the other man. It was a dangerous game he was playing and and he needed to stay mindful of the fact that it wasn't just the witch that posed a risk to his well being.<br/><br/>Speaking of the witch, it was easy now to say that he wouldn't fall victim to the woman's wiles. But, saying and actually doing were two very different things. While Emris did wish that the other man had a less vague answer, there wasn't anything either of them could do about it. He would just have to tread extra carefully and let his instincts do the steering. He made less mistakes when he didn't over think every little thing.<br/><br/>While his appetite was gone. Emris picked up his cup of now lukewarm tea. Drinking giving him something to do even as brief as it was, and it took effort not to bounce his leg or fidget in his seat. He needed to do something with himself.<br/><br/>"You said you'd show me the tunnels." While he wasn't looking forward to exploring the dark constricting space, he didn't want to talk about the witch anymore. With sleep likely to elude him tonight, anything to avoid thinking of the moment when he came face to face with the witch was better than just sitting here, and he really should be familiarizing himself with the passages. Better to be done with it, then continue putting it off and ending up lost later.