<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5eNdU7D.jpg)</div><strong>Solomon</strong><br/><br/>When she dutifully returned to his side, Solomon looked over the edge of his tea and made a little face almost spilling some.  A smiling face, a poised, well-gathered hair and makeup, and of course perky nipples pointed right at him.  Chuckling through his moan as he caught the last few drops that slipped over the edge of his cup with his lips, the prince stood up and smiled down at Abigale.<br/><br/>"I'm excited as well," he teased vaguely, keeping her own a secret from anyone who wasn't staring themselves at his stewardess.  His.  He'd have to get used to the idea he smirked to himself.  "Please, call me Solomon, or just Sol," he added leaning closer to whisper and match heights.  "No need to show off you're with a prince to your co-workers, Miss Abigale."<br/><br/>Leaning back with an innocent smile, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, the prince suddenly felt his phone pocket rumble against his chest.  She'd hear it, too - a text message.  Nice and discreet, good.  It must be what he had asked for earlier.  Flipping it out he nodded and acknowledged what she was saying, but as he read through her very personal details - out of her sight of course due to his height - he just smirked and shook his head.<br/><br/>"I'll wait.  Our shopping will be best at higher altitudes.  It heightens the... euphoria, if you're familiar with my meaning."  She would have felt the difference if she ever joined the Mile High Club before now.  Unfortunately the information he had wasn't<em>that</em>invasive.  So plenty of things to discuss before they get airborne.<br/><br/>"Shall we?"