Heyo rolls his eyes. Smirking a bit and blinks a bit. The smirk replaced with puzzlement. "Lamb? Lion?" he watches the man sit down. He growls and masks his emotions. He hated this man was such an arrogant and pompus man in his opinion. He stares at him. Not quite catching or understanding the meaning behind nearly all the statements and comments the man spoke. He spirals and turns. Dancing and speaking through a physical and wordless art called dance. He looks at him. Blinking and shakes his head. "You words you claim you chase. Yet I see no damsel dressed in lace." he counters. Clearly not understanding the target of this man's chase was himself. He crosses his arms stubbornly. "I will not be your personal pet or toy or even exotic acrobat. There are some things in life that even one as royal as yourself cannot stuff in a cage or hat." he says in a way that was unintentionally taunting.