Ijemaru heard Eurich make a pained hissing sound and immediately came to his side to investigate. Looking at the slight sparkle on the handles of the second drawer, he mused aloud just what the prince had been thinking. "Silver dust. Not deadly, but painful."<br/><br/>He was held in high suspense as the prince opened the middle drawer. Nothing seemed to be wrong inside though... that left the last drawer. "Please," Ijemaru said, "let me test that one." He gave a slight smile at the prince's look of protest and responded, "<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>'m supposed to be protecting<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>, remember?"<br/><br/>The middle Hisuka examined the knobs carefully before even lightly touching them. He saw nothing shiny or wet looking on them and delivered to them a light tap. When no pain came, Ijemaru gripped the knobs and held his breath, cracking the drawer open slightly...<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>Miku felt herself starting to be lost to the conversation. She knew little about dresses, had no place arranging meetings, and thought it would be odd for her to speak of boys before them. Though she didn't have much to say. She settled for remaining politely quiet, waiting for a moment when either she was called away, or had gained a place in the conversation.<br/><br/>-------------<br/><br/>Amadeus had now finished his meal. For a moment, he casually sat there, glancing around the room, looking for someone suitable to converse with. His son had warned him, "And above all else, don't do anything<span style="font-style: italic">stupid</span>when I'm not around." Certainly, he wouldn't. He knew better than that, obviously.