The last person Macaque expected to find in that brothel was Red Son. He approached him with a slight smile on his face. - Aren't you a little too young to frequent such places, Your Highness? -. His tone was teasing, but there was no malice in it.
-I'm almost 600 years old, I'm not a kid anymore! - was the young demon's reply, while a light flame started from his hair to indicate his embarrassment and nervousness at having been caught by one of his mother's and father's ex-allies.
Relations between the Six-Eared Macaque and the family of Demon Bull King and his consort, Princess Iron Fan, had always been peaceful, and this seemed to give the monkey the right to tease the young Prince when they met.
-Oh I apologize, Little Prince, I should have imagined that sooner or later certain instincts would awaken in you - Macaque chuckled, leaning against the wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest in a relaxed attitude.
-So I imagine that your parents also know about your escapades, right? -, he teased him again.
At that question the DBK heir's hair became even more inflamed, while his gaze darkened menacingly. - If you dare to say a single word... -.
-Calm down, boy-, Macaque approached him slowly, his tone of voice now devoid of any trace of mockery, -You are my "nephew" after all, I would never want to get you in trouble with your parents. Furthermore, I'm not the type to judge other people's choices-, he reassured him, giving him a light pat on the shoulder, and then concentrating on the door behind the prince, who in the meantime was calming down.
-Could I ask you why you are in front of the Kelong gate? Are you perhaps waiting your turn? - asked the monkey, taking Red Son by surprise.
-Uhm, no... I really didn't even know who was behind that door...-, admitted the young demon, - I got curious when I heard him singing and I approached -.
Macaque smiled, a sweet smile but at the same time one that seemed to hide a feeling of sadness. -Yes, Kelong has a truly wonderful voice... he always has, in fact...-, he sighed, murmuring those words more to himself than to the prince.
Red Son observed him, intrigued by his words, but decided not to investigate further. He knew that Macaque had his secrets and knowledge, as he himself had his own, and he knew how annoying it was to have someone pepper you with questions.
-Kelong is a rather particular name...-, it wasn't a real question as he had formulated the sentence, but Macaque sensed the spark of curiosity behind his words. He smiled at him, a mysterious and playful grin at the same time, followed by a low laugh, typical of a person who knows he knows something that everyone is unaware of: - A particular name for an equally particular demon...maybe one day you will meet him so that he will tell you why himself-. He then approached Kelong's door, knocking lightly on the wood which opened almost immediately for him.
-Now go home little prince. Adults need privacy -, and with that last dig, the Six-Eared Macaque disappeared into the room, closing the door behind him with his tail, leaving Red Son alone in the now dark corridor.