"Yeah, I don't trust this place not to have like, dragons, compared to what happened last week," Tristan observes, untangling his foot from his long robes. He definitely feels royal in his garb, all right: a royal idiot. But Riley is smiling at him and so he finds he doesn't quite mind.

"Thank you," he turns toward Kennedy, "That would be wonderful. And let me know how I can repay you. In the mean time, I can distract Riley with my flowing blond locks and lack of coordination in this outfit?" He turns back to Riley with a grin.