"Only when he dislikes something." He said, his gunmetal gray eyes analyzing the Princess, "His father was a wild mustang so I gotta crack down on him now and then."<br/><br/>He called upon his magic, making his weapon harness appear. His sword and crossbow were on his back while his throwing daggers were hidden in his hooded coat. The quiver for his crossbow hung behind his back, just about mid-thigh level. He traveled fairly modestly in terms of weapons. Technically, he could be thrown in the dungeon for his weapons but that would be if he wasn't the Princess's guard.<br/><br/>"After you, Milady." He said, resisting the strong urge to draw his crossbow and slot a bolt, "Do feel free to do whatever you wish, I will do all within my power to keep you safe."