Zianro sighed in understanding. If he did wanted to he could punch someone. But the shock collar would stop him from doing so. He hoped he wouldn't wear it for very long. When they reached the dining room he watched her sit down and tap the chair next to her expecting him to sit there.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Okay, got to try to humor her. I say or do the wrong thing she'll be either executing me or declare War on Valsir! I can't let that happen!"</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">"But why does she have to be hot?!"</span><br/><br/>He sat down in the chair looked at the servant, "Roast chicken, carrots and a pint of whatever brew you got cold." He stated as he turned back to the princess.<br/><br/>"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked.