A little surprised by his brazen question, I took a second to look him up and down. Just trying to figure out if his joking or not, but the expression on his face is one filled with pure curiosity.
"Why would I? "
"I mean why would you not? I'm rich, have good genes, a castle, a title and even servants. Also, not to brag, but if you managed to sink your claws in me, people will forever look up to you and love you as much as fear and hate you out of jealousy!"
"I get it, you're a spoiled daddy's boy with a title, but none of these things say anything about you. From what you are saying, I'll get the same privileges by dating the prince of porcupines or the seaweed princess, in other words; You are nothing special, not even your title."
I added the last part with a snarky attitude. The moment I fell like I'm about to figure this guy out, at least a piece of him, he does or say something like this. I know, technically, he is right, But all that will give you is a attention seeking gold digger or spoiled princess. One minute, he is relatable, the other I Wonder if he is a sheltered cartoon prince written to fit the old Disney romance fairytale to the dot.
"That's who I am! and what nonsense! the porcupine prince is gay, everyone knows that! and seaweed princess? Are you trying to be funny? There is no such thing! Seaweed is food! "
"No, well yes a little, but that's not the point! Everything you mentioned, none of those things are you! It is just the things around you."
"That's not correct!"
He stated a little too loud gleaming with confidence.
"I am born with my Royal title. Royal blood and genes will forever roam this body!"
He continued while gesturing to his chest and abdomen, and the confidence in his voice grew with a smug grin like the more he spoken of this, the more he knew he was right. Meaning, I was wrong.
"That IS part of me, not around me."
I made a grimace; this guy is full of surprised! How on earth can he seem so smart and educated, and then sit here and say things like this? Maybe he was also born with a predestined written manual, the same entitlement, and shallow values as the evil stepdaughters in cinderella?
"No... I didn't mean literally. Are you for real? So, you are a Royal, with a castle, and People feel things... and that's all there is?"
To this his smile fell, both hurt and confusion played over his face.
"No! All there is? I have all I want, Everything anyone would want!" He scoffed.
"No personality? No preferred food, hobby, or vacation? Humor, values? besides that, your nothing? Not kind, not evil? Not adventures, curious, stubborn, naive, or childish? Romantic, forgiving? Your just nothing?"
His mouth opened but slammed shut as quickly. Two time he did this before his shoulders fell and what I said finally got through. I felt a little bad, I didn't really mean anything about it, just a funny observation, but I guess for him it was a slap in the face.
"Sorry."
"It is okay,"
He answered eventually, dragging the word out a little before he continued,
"I never thought of it that way, and when you mention it like this, it sounds stupid. I know I'm not a castle, or the gold that follows my name, but again, these things have always been a part of how I've been introduced, and what I've been assessed by, and now I find myself wonder what I am. "
First, I thought I sent him into a depressed state of self-awareness, not judging by his face, I think I just poked the scientist inn him. And to be honest, I'm not sure if that's a good thing. Before I even get to finish that thought he perks up with a beaming smile,
"We should do some experiments!"
"What?"
"Yes! I need to find out who I am. Come, to the lab!"
He exclaimed with eager, grabbed my hand and off we go. I almost fell face first of the chair and the food I had on my fork bounced away on the table. Great! I finally get some good, properly spiced meat and it is jumping away from me. While I stumble to keep up with Mr. Mad scientist thinking he can do some nature science projects to figure out who he is, and how his personality works.
"I don't like this! It sparkles on my tongue! But that pink stuff is sweet! I like that, but it's nothing compared to the purple one! It is sweet, warm and has an edge on it to! It reminds me of your in-heat smell! I could drink this like water! "
Oh god, what am I even doing here! He spoke on inhalation and exhalation with incredible speed and undying excitement. Touching stuff, tasting it, constantly telling me what he is doing, why and what he thinks of it. I've already given up following, and it is obvious that he does not need mee to answer or come with any inputs. So, I can't stop my mind from bouncing back to the meat. It had been so incredible tender, and unlike anything else I've tasted here, it tasted heavenly! The spices danced in my mouth, and there was even salt!
My eyes landed on him again, running back and forth, from one side of the room to the other. Rummaging through shelfs and draws, pulling out glass veils with different colors, plastic containers and stuff and I've given up worrying about him. Stopped voicing my concerns about everything he licks on. Like a sugar high kid, he is all over the place, talking nonstop and I begin throwing long glances towards the door. I mean, the meat is cold, but... My eyes found his back again and I decided.
Slowly sliding of the chair, my eyes glued to his back like a teen sneaking behind the teachers back. My feet finally connected with the floor, and I stopped and held my breath. Slowly, as he continued his thing, I took a long quiet step sideways. Towards the door. Still, he didn't notice, one step became two, three and within a couple of minutes the door was just within reach.
Like a sixth sense, I looked in his direction and just then he turned towards me, and I froze like a deer caught in headlights.
"Yes! Great idea! "
He rushed over and grabbed my hand again, dragging me over to his work bench. I tried to focus on everything scattered on the bench, tried making some sense of it and not put too much thought to his hand on my lower back, pushing me closer to the bench. It was a mess, some of the veils had rolled away, some fallen and spilled on the white surface, chaos would be the right word for this workplace. His hand felt massive, covering my lower back like a hot water bottle with fingers stretching to my hip.
Nope! Shaking my head, dirty, dirty mind!
"See, my skin gets goosebumps! Do you like this touch?"
I squealed and jumped when his fingers brushed up the back of my neck and to my hair line. Getting control of myself back my head snapped in his direction, but his nose is already deep down in his documents taking notes.
"It is so good! What about this? "
And that's how it continued, holding my hand, placing his hand over my shoulder and feeeling my forehead. Asking questions, documenting it all and I think he forgot he was supposed to be testing himself! He has no grasp on personal space at all. No inappropriate touches, but so many of them felt so intimate in a way I can't describe it. It may also be because of his following up questions.
"I think I'm a butt man!"
"A butt man?"
"Yeah! I mean, I like staring at your breasts, but it doesn't give me the same warm feeling as staring at your butt."
My cheeks flared, my entire body hot and flustered. All this touching, innocent and intimate, good I'm depraved of human contact! But I can't help it and he is not making it easy at all! Closing my eyes, deep breaths! Deep breaths Eir! I chanted to myself, desperately fighting for control over my heart and uncontrollable need to blush as a teen. And I swear, this man did not grow up around peoples at all! With one swift move, my back is pressed against the work bench, and he is hovering over me.
In noting better to do, I stated looking around. Noticed his document and pen was left on the bench beside me,
"Ehm. What are you doing?"
His hands leaned on the bench on each side of me, caging me in and he leaned against me, almost on me. My back bent back a little, still desperately looking to the sides because I know how intense his green eyes are, and I don't want to meet them right now. Scared for what they will do to me.
"Can I kiss you?"