Listen to this show, with that smirk on Anders' face. Nathaniel's gaze becomes very hungry indeed. He tilts his head, the spoiled king who is still deciding if this is good enough for him. A moment later, he steps forward, taking inventory as he circles him.

"You're very pretty. But I would like to see the rest of the goods first. Take off the rest of your clothes."

With that, he turns away and shrugs off his own shirt. It's its own relief; it's oppressively hot this far north.