"Excuse you ma'am, I'll have you know that I have two beautiful children, and I'm...!" Marcial ceased his assurance after hearing Nit's distinctively hoarse chuckle.  Sensing a derogatory joke incoming, Marcial quickly paced into the apartment, grumbling softly as they watched their boss prowl into the room right after him.<br/><br/>While Nit seemed completely indifferent to viewing the messy interior, probably due to them being about as slothful with their own, Marcial looked absolutely appalled. Why, this is no place for a royal of any rank! He did not bother commenting due to fear of losing the chance of getting Nit together with Axe, if it was even a good idea at this point. Regardless, he gently settled down on the chair, nervously looking around this mess of an interior and watching Nit sit down themselves, sinking into the seat with their legs crossed, stomach spilling over their belt, and arms sprawled over the cushion. In other words, not very formally.<br/><br/>Marcial cleared his throat before beginning his explanation: "You're a lesser royal... You're part of the family, you just... Oh how do I say it, don't necessarily have a role to play in power? It's more of monarchal power than physical power itself, unless you yourself descended from an eldritch..." He scratched his head slightly, his nervousness coming up as Axe came up with her suggestion.<br/><br/>"I- I mean... Well, we spent a long time arranging a pair. About half a year, really, trying to find someone that could fit well with our lord here. Not to sound like a stalker, but we hold profiles for this sort of occasion. It is to happen when the new lord is of age, so as power can be divided between the two. Although, if you are... Erm... not OK with it... we'll be free to... leave." Marcial looked to his side, looking slightly forlorn. He wasn't completely devastated, far from it, albeit pretty disappointed.<br/><br/>Nit, on the other hand, looked rather lethargic. Their eyes drooped from boredom and exhaustion, having to listen to this lecture. Being the ringleader of a whole piece of land was fine and all, but man did it get boring. Their head was pressed against the upper part of their breast, which served as a surprisingly good cushion for something so metallic and dense.  Besides being easily aroused, Nit was also quickly bored, making them a rather difficult person to appease, which was obviously very appealing.