"Move out of their way." Solomon says finally.
"He speaks! Why, for a moment there, I almost took you for a mute."
The young prince wrapped his arm around Everett's shoulder like a viper.
"There's no need to get your testes in a twist, you colossal boar. Everyone here is present because they want to be. It's all just a bit of good fun and some seniors helping out their cute juniors. You could call it tradition."
"Your entire family will be hanged for this…"
The golden princeling glared at the green-haired one with the fury of a thousand suns.
"I don't think you remember where you are, Andros. Your Eirbaine name means nothing here. Didn't your father tell you that?"
The golden boy, Andros, grits his teeth. A sight that makes his agitator want to laugh.
"Oh… I know what it is that sticks in your craw. You're upset you were not as popular with the ladies as our friend Everett here. But you can't take it to heart, really. Whoring is in his blood from what I hear…"
