The Prince wore a knowing smirk, "But of course, my Princess." He hummed, his hand reaching out to push the door to his quarters open. There was already a bottle of wine waiting for them on a table at the end of the bed. It had been brought in specifically to present the age-old wine to them, two glasses already poured by his servants. Flower petals covered the bed sheets and candles were lit all around the room. He stepped up to the table, picking up both glasses and passing one to Yvette.<br/><br/>"To us." He smiled, clinking their glasses together before he took a sip of his own, taking his time to taste the sweet flavours of the wine. It was no secret the Prince liked his wine, especially when it was ridiculously expensive. He didn't seem to be nervous at all though. He removed his jacket and walked to hang it up in his wardrobe. He was very particular and neat when it came to most things, brushing his hand over the material to give it a quick clean. Elijah returned to his wine to take another long sip, placing the glass back down and undoing his cuff-links. "How do you like the wine?"