He nodded slowly as the Prince started his suggestion. He seemed to take it all in stride, standing behind the prince as he leaned down. Jaren's hands were clasped behind him, orderly over the small of his back. He kept his stance measured, feet at shoulder with, shoulders squared, looking upon the Prince levely, not casting his gaze down upon the man. No more sly smiles, no more relaxed poses. He stood a good two paces behind the Prince, nodding once more as he finished his proposal.<br/><br/>"The Princess," he cleared his throat a little, "Diane," he looked over to the Prince, seeing how he reacted to the use of her name. "Seems a proper lady. A true gem of Anastaria. It would be a terrible falsehood to say she would not make a magnificent wife, and a most welcome addition to my Clan."