"Apparently, they do." He watched her finger tap the table, wondering what that was a sign of. Nervousness? Inquisitiveness? No one could say but her and he wasn't about to ask. "I didn't plan this out. I just felt like it... I came to the decision during the car ride. It was a longer process than that though."<br/><br/>He ran his hand over his hairless chin. As he often did, he missed the beard he was allowed in his earlier days, before he got seriously political, "I've always felt a bit of an emptiness. I watched my<em>wife</em>fill the void in<em>her</em>life with a series of men, originally with disdain, I assure you. It seemed beneath what we were trying to do. She's always wanted the status of being a power-political wife and... Well, you know what my ambitions are well enough."<br/><br/>"When you... Neglect a need for long enough, it manifests in strange ways. Everybody needs someone to be frank with, someone to be just another person with... It's depressingly...<em>Princess Jasmine.</em>"