In light of the numerous plants that occupied not only halls but the prince's study it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise that he would be so animated when asked about them.  Listening as the prince explained the origin and properties of the trees, Emris found it difficult to look away from the other man, caught between his infectious smile and the spark that set his green eyes on alight. While botany wasn't something he was particularly interested beyond necessity, he had a fondness for stories and collecting bits of random information. And 'The King's Guard' proved to be more than just a decorational piece. There was something to be said for things that were not only pleasant to look at but useful as well.<br/><br/>Biting into his apple with the crisp tart and sweetness reminding of late summer days, Emris found it odd that Bazel spoke of the tree as if they were sentient. He considered asking about it but the mention of the Prince's father seemed to dampen the brief moment of brightness in the other man and Emris dismissed the question. Maybe another time.<br/><br/>"Dogs aren't so bad," The mention of animals or dogs specifically had Emris thinking of his own canine companion who brought a faint smile to his face. Of course his opinion was likely biased, see in as how he had a particular confess for dogs. Especially Nia, who he'd raised since she was a pup and who was rarely seen away from his side. Her absence was glaring but he'd rather her be at home than here.<br/><br/>In the brief lull in conversation, Emris polished off the rest of his fruit, gaze curious as watched the prince stroke the rose like one would an animal. It was odd...but endearing.<br/><br/>Emris could only shrug in answer to Bazel's question. He sat the apple core on the plate, before turning his gaze on the other man. The plants were simply a distraction from the real questions. Truth of the matter was yes, he was curious and yes, he had questions but he still needed to wrap his mind around what little he already knew, "You've already explai–" he started to say before he trailed off, eyes drawn to the prince's hand. Leaning forward to grab the prince's hand, he used the sleeve of his shirt to staunch the wound as a sudden thought occurred to him, "If the witch attempts to do to me what she's done to the rest of the castle, what happens when she realizes that she can't?" It hadn't occurred to him until now what might happen then. And with that line of thinking he didn't feel all that hungry anymore.