"Xin, do you have a moment?"
Xin Zhao turned around to face Shyvana and set down his spear. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"You have my attention, Shyvana. Speak your mind."
"Have you noticed that Prince Jarvan's been acting... strangely?"
"Now do you mention it, yes. The Prince has been drinking tea and actually ate my honey biscuits."
"So what? Doesn't the Demacian nobility all drink tea and eat buttered crumpets?"
"The Prince fervently hates drinking tea. He only drinks wine. As for the biscuits, he's deathly allergic to honey. The last time he had ingested some, his face was covered with rashes."
"That's not what he told me when we ride together." Shyvana crossed her arms.
"What? Since when do you ride with the Prince?" Xin's curiosity peaked.
"I had rode with Prince Jarvan since I accompanied him with his hunting party from the Great Barrier. I've been taking lessons from him, until these recent months when he seems to be avoiding me."
"I mean no offense, Shyvana, but you're much heavier than any of our horses. How exactly could you train on your equestrian talent?"
"Prince Jarvan could handle me, no problem. He's a strong man."
"What? Handle... you? What are you talking about? And why would he tell you he wasn't allergic to honey?" Xin gave a stern look to the dragon hybrid.
"Jarvan often remarked that he loves consuming my honey thighs when we ride together."
"Honey, ride... together?" Xin's face no longer expressed confusion, but rather shock.
"Xin, are you alright?" Shyvana asked.
"...W-we are ending this discussion." Xin quickly picked up his spear and resumed his training. He hoped the rigorous exercise would excise the mental images stuck in his mind.
It did not.