"Thinking is difficult," observed the prince, rubbing fretfully at aching temples.
"You thought to say that, did you not?" his ginger manservant returned politely.
"Where you asked for personal thoughts?" Blunette closed his eyes.
"Perhaps not, doth it matter?" Blue eyes met sea-blue.
"Doth keeping thy head matter much to thee?"
Silence permeated the elaborately tidy room.
"A thought certainly worth considering," exclaimed the servant.
"A thought I might not soon consider," came the pleasant rejoinder.
"Do I hear a threat?" this said with an astonished air.
"Perhaps not, doth it matter?" the mocking voice quoth.
"..." Unanswered it went.