Yoko wasn't bothered by her lack of manners. In fact he found it rather intrigueing. So much mystery behind her. He blinks and looks at her as if he struck him. And then his face got a confused and clueless look to it. "Huh? I am not sure I am following. If your asking for a place to rest sure but not my bed. I happen to like sleeping alone." he says. Rather lost by her words. "Your name is Lady Siara then." he says. Sticking his tongue out at her playfully. He looks at her. "Actually I wasn't. And because you are not a killer nor a bodyguard is what makes you the perfect bodyguard." he says in a strange sort of logic. "If you can rob people of goods then you should be able too rob an attacker of their weapons." he points out. He looks at her. "I wish I wasn't suitable or meant for palace life. A lot more freedom." he says sadly.<br/><br/>He instantly pales and groans. He looks under the table. Wondering if he could escape by going under it. He looks at her and glares. "Go...awaaaaaaaaaaaay........." he says. Drawing out away in an exasperated voice. He literally flips his chair in an attempt to scramble away from the older girl. He eyes her suspiciously. "She didn't capture me. She is here because I want her here. I also do not recall asking your permission or telling you to tell me who I may and may not associate with." he says in a leave her alone type of tone. He arches an eyebrow. "The first part was a shocker yes. The second part was rather inaccurate and would be very thrilling compared to being stuck inside this stupid place." he says honestly.<br/><br/>He then blinks. He slams his hand down on the table standing up. "MIKO! ENOUGH! YOU WILL NOT TALK TO MY GUEST IN SUCH A DISPICABLE MANNER!" he yells. His tone filled with sudden authority.<br/><br/>"And for you information Miko...I have NOT agreed to marry you! You are being forced upon me. I do not love you therefore I have no desire to marry you. And she is not a street rat! She is an honored guest and if you wish to be so disrespectful I will ask you to leave here at once! I will not tolerate treating guests and friends with such...such ill manners!" he then sits back down. Fuming and then goes eerily calm as he looks at her.<br/><br/>"Because unlike you Miko...I actually like her. Because she holds no ulterior motives. Aside from money and food. Which you wouldn't know what it was like. Neither would I but at least I don't like to be pampered all the time." He stands up. Looking at his father. "I do not wish to be in this room any longer."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Maximus chuckles at this sudden slight love triangle. Things just got interesting. Expecially since Yoko had never stood up or been authoritive with Miko before. He imagined that was going to be quite the shock to her. He looks at Yoko. "Sit back down. And Yoko...I told you that while I will not force  you to marry Young Miko...you will allow her the oppurtunity and chance to win you over." he looks at Siara. "I apologize for Lady Miko's treatment of you. She is a rather territorial woman. As you could probably tell." he eyes Yoko. "Stop trying to sneak out the door." he laughs. "And no crawling under the table to escape either." he says with clear amusement in his voice.</span><br/><br/>Yoko groans. "I don't want to but fine. I will give her the...<span style="font-style: italic">oppurtunity</span>...to TRY to win me over. No more. And I wish it could be less." he sighs again. He jumps when Miko placed her hand on him and effectively trapped him in his seat by sitting next to him and getting VERY close. "Have you not heard of personal space? Your totally assalting my bubble." he protests. Bright red from head to toe. He was a shy guy. And didn't like people touching him without asking or at least warning him. He starts sulking. He didn't dislike Miko as a person. Just when no one was around nor his father...she tried to...get into his pants. In the actual meaning of it. Perfect lady in public....alone and behind doors she closed...not so much.