He was used to going for a long time with minimal sleep, and his mantel seemed to help with that, but the ball that was set aside most often was the women, most of whom made their displeasure with his choice quite clear. Any time he made a mistake in making something and had it go off in his hand or lap, he had to do his own healing. His magic lessons, when not with Blossom, were abrupt and filled with abuse, and he was often pushed past his limits, though he didn't complain, he simply bide his time until he could get back at the sphinxes.<br/><br/>He put up with the court functions because the Queen had categorically denied his request to only attend a third or even half, though he made sure it reflected in his mood whenever he got challenged to a duel. He didn't complain that much as to having to attend, due to that allowing him to plant further misinformation to try and detect leaks, and since the Queen and now Princess were in on the plan to create false trails for outsiders to react to, he let them deal with finding it and putting it together, since they were infinitely more skilled at it than he was.<br/><br/>Still, he had enough smoke bombs to cover the city in a cloud of smoke so thick a hurricane would be required to put a dent in it, and the ten incendiaries were made to cause SOMEONE to attack, even if he had to liberate a cloak and kill a house matron to make it happen. And he had finished a week or so early, letting him catch up on sleep by passing out on the day he stopped and waking up three days later. FINALLY done with everything, all his items made and carefully stored, and the parachute and backup magic spell ready, he sent a request for his flight to ready themselves, as he would be ready to leave after the next court function.