"I am familiar with the work of the Bard Spence" replied.<br/><br/>As Florence sat down, the prince adjusted his position, turning towards her as if presenting his best profile, the one where she can appreciate the contrast of his eyes and skin, she symmetry of his face and chest muscles. He was a peacock, eager to present himself in the most attractive way. Vanity, it would seem, is a vice that he indulged in as he used his sensuality like a bludgeon.<br/><br/>"Before I came to your land, the first thing I began reading about was your literature, to understand the way your people think, but I admit that they do not prepare me for your culture, which I find to be confusing at the best of times.." he shrugged, an amused grin on his lips. "Perhaps I should have studied your cultures and etiquette instead"<br/><br/>One of the servants approached them, a male this time, lean, tall wearing a vest that showed even less modesty than Iskander. He knelt and lowered his head, arms waved horizontally before him to present a metal tray on which a sweet made with pistachio nuts and honeys were lined up in a perfect circular pattern. The prince took one of them with his finger and the servant immediately rearranged the rest to make sure that the design remained coherent and symmetrical.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5469/6924048974_f61ce2621d.jpg)</div><br/>"For example, in my homeland, If I were to feed you, a guest, with my own fingers, it would be a sign of hospitality and friendship..Yet here? I would be considered rude and improper"<br/><br/>The sweet was raised to his lips, tongue darting out to pull it closer for the first bite.<br/><br/>"As for whether or not all Su parties are this decadent.." he said after swallowing "I was told to..restrain myself, which is why the dancers wore more conservative clothings and no acts of lovemaking can be seen here"<br/>