Shiro hid his embarrassment and meant Keith's eyes with a sense of duty.

Keith sighed, "Of course, Sir Shiro. Enjoy the chocolates, at least."

"Not on the job, your highness, but I greatly appreciate your grand gesture of generosity."

Say that ten times fast, Keith sarcastically thought to himself. He turned back to face Lance, who was still standing there, watching the two. For a reason Keith couldn't place, Lance's face was red.

"My apologies for the interruption, Prince Lance of Altea," Keith bowed his head. "It was an urgent matter."

"I don't mind," he said, shrugging casually. "You're handsome enough that it passes."

Shocking himself, Keith blushed. "And why do you say that?" Don't ask stupid questions, he could hear his father's voice in the back of his mind after asking that one.

Lance smirked, "It's all in the personality."

Keith scowled, "Are you saying I'm unappealing to the eyes?"

Lance scrambled, "N-no! Just... your personality makes you even more of a stunner."

Keith rolled his eyes, "Good save."

Shiro snickered to himself, having left without the two noticing and brought back a tray of drinks. "To ease your nervous, sire."

"I'm not nervous!" Keith griped but took a drink anyways.

Lance reached for one himself too, and Shiro grabbed the last.

"I like nervous," Lance said. "I do it to people a lot. Make them nervous."

"Well, then you'd be quite disappointed in me," Keith retorted.

"I don't think so."