"The young master is hard to please, isn't he?"
Kiliko sighs and nods, letting his lips quirk into a smile at the guard as he readies the tea for Orcelito.
"That isn't to say it's impossible. One just requires an ample amount of knowledge into how he works."
Kiliko certains puts that ample amount of knowledge into his moves; what points to press, how much pressure it takes until Orcelito squirms and almost loses what little dignity he has. Kiliko presses until he can feel himself screaming for release, and then presses a little more. Orcelito writhes, and he lets a smile grow on his face; Orcelito hates it, and it shows clear as day on his face.
"Forgive me, Your Highness. I forgot I left the tea running. Let me take it off and I shall return."
"Let a maid get it!"
"I'd rather see it to myself."
"Kiliko Lagen, you-"
Kiliko pulls away from him, fixes his clothes, hides his amusement by turning from the infuriated prince, and escapes out of the room. He pauses at the doorway, just long enough to hear Orcelito sit up - "Kiliko, you bastard-" - and continues out.
As he's taking the tea off the stove, he feels someone comes up behind him; he glances back and sees it's a patrolling guard. The guard takes a look at the tea, glances out the door, and sighs.
"Isn't it a little late for tea, Sir Kiliko?"
"His Highness wanted it. It would appear he cannot sleep."
"Why not let a maid get it?"
"His Highness is only pleased if it's at a certain brew. I wouldn't want an innocent to be blamed if it's too hot and too cold, and so I decided to prepare it."
The guard chuckles and scratches the back of his neck helplessly.
"The young master is hard to please, isn't he?"
Kiliko sighs and nods, letting his lips quirk into a smile at the guard as he readies the tea for Orcelito.
"That isn't to say it's impossible. One just requires an ample amount of knowledge into how he works."