For all I know, ya invited me without my knowledge. Maybe ya thought 'bout havin' a prince all to yourself and that ended up causin' me to get pulled out of my suite and into your lil' place.

[ unconscious desires, desires that have never materialized in that head of his, or just bad/good luck--- that's the golden peacock! but he wouldn't past someone who apparently can make things happen with paper to the point where they'd have to effectively disarm him before putting him in the same trailer with leona.

watch how his lips curl into a smile, as innocent as a beastman like him can make it, like a cunning lion that's holding all the cards. ]

Shame I don't got any paper for ya. Might make for some entertainment.