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"Right?" The agreement spills from Isla's lips without her permission, and she has to hide her laugh behind her hand. Trust Varus to be the one to bring up the elephant in the room - because the Prince is hot - and she melts into his arms all too willingly. The Prince, for his part, stands by with a polite smile, admiring the house as if he, too, is part of the furniture at present. "Cal, we won't have any room for any more things if this keeps up," Isla complains through a smile, letting her fingers run across his stubbled cheek and following after him into the bedroom. "You'll have to come with me next time I go anywhere, I think." Accepting the clothes, the Prince smiles and carefully moves to hang up Isla's coat before pulling them on. "That is much better, Cal. Thank you very much," he says with another bow. "Would you like me to assist with anything here?" Isla the flesh is weak