His hand outstretched, the signet ring still in the palm of his hand, his fingers curled up slightly as the prince spoke, his smile fading slowly as he presented his counter offer. His shoulders were tensed, and his posture straightened up a little more, and his hand dropped just two inches from where it was.<br/><br/>"I understand, Your Highness," he bowed deeply at the waist towards Prince Gavin. His left hand deposited his signet ring on the table, right next to his barely touched glass of Anastarian Liquar. He rose slowly from his bow. He seemed relaxed one more, his face neutral as he came up.<br/><br/>"If it is convient for you, I would rather the ring, I will give you time to have your men craft an appropriate piece. In my lands, such tokens are the marks of servants and slaves, not of brothers to be." He bowed once more, a small gesture, barely lowering his head nine inchs. He stepped backwards, towards the library door.<br/><br/>"The hour grows late Your Highness, and I have much to attend to among my people, as I am sure you have much to impart to yours."