(http://oi43.tinypic.com/33yhklg.jpg)<br/><br/>A playful smirk tugged at Omar's lips when Erin caught the pair of bells.<em>Clever indeed.</em>She seemed to have no cruel intentions however, her eyes bright and smile pleased at the bit of fun. Omar certainly did not mind. It wasn't odd to Omar to be gazed upon by either friend or foe as being member of a royal family made one familiar with such situations. Despite it being quite common for eyes to follow him, it did not mean Omar was not alert, some thing else his senses were trained for. "Neither can I, my lady," he grinned, "Though it does prove entertaining when suited on my sister," he joked.<br/><br/>Omar rose his brows playfully, "Good thing you have her to warn you of a deadly pair of silver bells," he lightly goaded, "Thankfully my Father does not have such dutiful guard at his door, mmm?" he mused. Omar gave a nod when Sanguine introduced himself. Omar knew exactly who Sanguine was, after all, as LeChance had his eyes, Omar had his. "It is a pleasure," Omar said, "And Omar is fine. I was unaware my brother had employed any person to attend us to the Theiri court," he lied, "Though I suppose I should expect as much from my brother."<br/><br/>He listened, eyes focused on the ground as he did, "The Aserit love a good fight, it is true," Omar said, "But I don't kill for sport," he explained, "So I certainly won't be attending the Gladiator category. While the other two seem much more appealing to me than bloodshed, I'm still quite disinterested. To be quite honest, I was hoping to slip away and explore a bit with Eryo," he said, "After all, it isn't often the Aserit are here other than on terms of war."<br/><br/>Omar listened as Sanguine spoke of gambling, a smirk playing on his lips, "Good luck in the arena today, then," Omar wished Sanguine as he got up to leave. He turned back to Erin, "Shall we be on our way then, my lady?" he asked, offering her a hand to help her up with. "Have I told you you're looking quite... vibrant today?" he gave a lopsided grin.<br/><br/>As Omar led Erin to the stables, he had that princely air to him- the way he walked, the expressions he wore, the way he spoke. He held himself as all royalty should, though as soon as the two were out of sight of the public and in the privacy of the stables, the air dissipated with a rather un-princely call, "Oy you lazy sod, up with you!"<br/><br/>His eyes were trained on the cream coloured creature who, in response, tossed its head back and stamped a foot. "This Lady Fool, is an even bigger fool," he teased, approaching Eryo before patting at its thick neck, "Though he might have you think me a fool." Another toss of Eryo's head before he playfully nipped and tugged at Omar's sleeve. "Come on, then, Eryo," Omar called, who in turn let himself out and followed Omar outside. The horse was beastly large and made Erin seem quite small in comparison. "Eryo, this is Lady Erin," he introduced, before Eryo bowed to the Fool, Omar rolling his eyes "Don't let him charm you too much."