Eric chuckled irrepressibly at his wife's gentle admonishing, and practically bounded his way through the castle (past that ridiculously large portrait of himself astride a white charger, which is father had had commissioned and which he'd never partially cared for himself - oh well, the maids seemed to like it) and to their grand bedchambers.<br/><br/>The prince wasted little time and throwing off his sweaty white tunic, and black breeches. ?He turned to Ariel as he kicked down his undershorts; they pooled around his angles and he strode forth, body naked and sweating and firm. "Hmm," Eric glanced down at himself - noticing his rather proud and, erm, prominent state - then up to the lovely Ariel. "My dear, no eyelash-batting milkmaid could ever enchant me the way you do...and it seems my body agrees!" He gestured to here. "Come here, my dear...if I'm to have any hope of fitting into my clothes like this, I may require a bit of assistance!"<br/>