Room 303, Tuesday Morning

[bitchprince]

Finding his manservant locked in the cupboard and screaming yesterday had not been Arthur's idea of a good time. He wanted some answers, and he'd let Merlin out the window for the time being to get them.

He sat down on his bed, and eyed his roommate's side of the room.

If this whole thing was what he feared it was, he and Leto were going to have to talk about boundaries.

[[ for the roomie, but anyone else is free to come in afterwards! door is closed ]]

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[bitchprince]

"I am incredibly good-looking," Arthur agreed, idly, "But I'll make sure he ceases to be a nuisance, you've got my word."

[future_sandworm]

"I will believe it when I see it," Leto replied. "And I find it interesting that your high opinion on my ability to cause trouble even surpasses my sister's. I should be flattered, I guess."

[bitchprince]

"So you should," he agreed, pressing a hand to his side to see how those bruises were faring. His expression twitched for a moment. Not quite gone yet. "I doubt her wardrobe has suffered as much as mine, so far."

[future_sandworm]

"Your wardrobe?"

Leto watched Arthur, wondering if a joke about those bruises would cause him to be in too much of trouble.

[bitchprince]

"No, Leto, I enjoy ink stains all over my favourite shirts." It was said without much malice, though. More amusement.

[future_sandworm]

"I'm sure it is fashionable somewhere. And if not, more easily fixed than having them torn by birds." He smiled at Arthur. "And how do you know I don't do that to my sister?"

He wouldn't. Not to Ghani. Now, to Irulan, it might be funny, when he thought about it.

[bitchprince]

"Your sister looks like she might kill anyone who tried with her bare hands," he said, "...also no offense."

So did Morgana, really.

[future_sandworm]

That was a very accurate observation. "None taken. It is a compliment, after all." He opened the ink jar and dipped the pen in it. "Is it that fight on Sunday that's still causing you pain?"

[bitchprince]

"Give it another day, and I'll be done with the worst of it," Arthur said, somewhat non-committally. He shifted for greater comfort. Training wouldn't be for another while. "Sir Minsc has a good punch on him."

[future_sandworm]

"He looks like he has," Leto replied, putting the pen to a clean sheet of paper. "I have painkillers."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shrugged, and squeezed his own shoulder to loosen it. "They're only a few bruises."

There was a point where his pride allowed for painkillers (hangovers being part of that point), but his injuries were not nearly that bad.

[future_sandworm]

Leto smirked. "I can see that."

If Arthur wanted him to believe that he should have to be a little less obvious.

[bitchprince]

Well, it was his own room. He was allowed to take some measure of comfort.

"Didn't you fight anyone?" Shifting the subject: a strategy for the ages.

[future_sandworm]

"I wasn't in the mood," Leto replied. "And I did challenge Worf the day the rest of you were playing in the ball pit." Not that Worf had accepted the challenge, but still.

[bitchprince]

"That must've been..."

Arthur sought for the word.

"Interesting."

And they hadn't been playing. He'd trounced Priestly soundly.

[future_sandworm]

Not really. Worf did not fight children, and Leto had not been able to convince him that he was not a child.

"And how are your students doing?" Leto asked.

[bitchprince]

"Alice is picking things up fairly well," he said, giving the matter some thought, "But she's got some bad habits to rid herself of. Dinah has taken to her strength training well. She's making good progress, to a point, but then she'll never make a knight, of course."

Yes, that was tacit acknowledgement that he was teaching Dinah again.

[future_sandworm]

It pleased Leto to hear that Dinah was being taught again, but he knew better than to acknowledge it.

"Bad habits?" Asking about Alice was probably better.

[bitchprince]

"Her instincts are good, but she's got the technique of a drunk beaver," he said, eloquently.

[future_sandworm]

"Have you met many... drunk beavers?" Leto had to ask.

[bitchprince]

"Figure of speech, Leto."

Had Leto been Merlin, he would've mentioned something about how some of his knights were useless enough to qualify.

[future_sandworm]

"The figure amused me," Leto replied cheerfully. "And I already know about her instincts."

[bitchprince]

"I might be setting up that reserve after all," Arthur said, easily sliding the subject towards where he wanted it to be. "Reno's offered his assistance."

[future_sandworm]

This caught Leto's interest. "Reno? He should be useful."

[bitchprince]

"He's a good-" Sorcerer. "Man," Arthur finished. "I'll take it up with Lady Zoe shortly, see if she takes a liking to the idea."