[ She crosses her arms over her chest, almost a little amused. She knows exactly what it's like when a person is deliberately not looking at her - Anders did it often enough for her to be an expert, really - and it was almost kind of sweet that his Royal Highness was keeping his eyes up.

Sweet, yes, and charming, but also funny. ]

You're still King where I'm from, it seemed polite. I could call you Dog Lord if you're really sour on formality.

[ She walks over to the bed, sitting down quite casually and crossing her legs before she leans forward. ]

It has a lever that you turn and it simply gives you hot water. No boiling or fires needed.