He fell flat across the float in front of her. Instead of attempting to stand, he moved into a sitting position at her feet. He grumbled something about bruising and how his clients were going to like that. He didn't the damned warning from the guards, he wasn't going to touch the Queen until she asked or demanded it off him. He was afraid of even touching her dress or specter.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat. "What is that you wish to speak about?" If it were more questions about the ring, he knew nothing of it. It was a gift, a payment maybe from a client. A male who always surprised him at being able to pay his fee.