<span style="font-style: italic">Ethan sent him a look that said loud and clear...bull fucking shit. "Listen PRINCEY the name isn't child. It is Ethan." he says in just as big of an aggitated huff. Thinking cocky bastard. Hoping the prince would hear that thought through his aura. Street knows a liar and a bad egg when they see one.</span><br/><br/>Rose momentarily paused and paled behind the bouquet of buttercups. Hiding her paled cheeks and face behind the flowers for a moment. Relaxing a bit as he calmed. Frowning at his words. "My friend wasn't planning on going anywhere. He is going to be walking me back to my hotel after we are done talking." He says simply and truthfully. Rather unnerved a tiny bit by how he seemed to want to be rid of Ethan's presence so much. His thoughts train wrecked when the top part of the robe thing was removed. His eyes widened and he quickly found interest in the flower petals. Counting the petals over and over again. Why did a man as arrogant and self centered have to be so damn hot?! It just wasn't fair. His features were a strawberry red color from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He returned to normal after a moment when the words registered. "Tokyo, Japan." he says. Not mentioning the royal background. No one knew that. He was the youngest child to the Emperor of Japan. He frowns. "Rosina Lanhara." He says softly. Biting back a giggle yet a small one escapes his lips at the look on the prince's face. He was not happy...good. Then they both were winning this battle of wills. Prince won by bringing him flowers. He won because he won where and how the discussion was going down. He was not stupid and he was far from trusting the prince. He had to keep from laughing at the look of I want to kick your ass on Ethan's face when he was looking at the Prince.