[ Nice. NICE. Claude withholds his celebration until he bids Ashe farewell for the time being so he can get ready and settled. Once he's safely out of sight, he pumps a fist in victory.

What Ashe will find is a few of the servants showing up to get him prepared. That is to say- pamper him silly. He's offered a massage, scented oils, some Almyran clothes, and some makeup. While he's fine to refuse, they do seem incredibly enthusiastic. ]

I totally nailed it, Nader. Easy! No big deal. [ Claude boasts as he carefully applies his eyeliner in the mirror, the gold silk scarf flowing off his shoulders onto the vanity. ]

He does know it's a date though, right? [ The larger man in the doorframe asks, the smile evident in his voice, because he already knows the answer. ]

Ah- give it time! I mean I didn't explicitly say... but he's a sharp one.

[ When Ashe is finally lead out and up to the royal quarters, he is shown to a large room, mostly open to the cool night air, the music drifting up from the street below. A large expanse of cushions and the line surround a low table that is completely decked out with a variety of beautiful Almyran dishes. Claude is lounged against some of the pillows, his usual outfit gone in favor of something looser, more flowing and decorative. More over- it's just them.

Claude pat-pats the spot next to him, an invitation to come and sit. ]

Well well, I see they certainly did go all-out with you, didn't they? You look good.