Regulus had.. maybe done something impulsive and stupid. He maybe ran off with the thief that he was kinda having an affair with (he wasn't married yet) in the middle of the night. He had also basically robbed himself, since one of his two bags were just his possessions, including his crown, which you had said was going to make them basically rich. He frowned when you had said that. He knew you basically only cared about the money, but it still stung to be reminded. But, hey, you were taking him to live with you. That must count for something. He had also witness you sweet talk some guards and rob them. He knew you were supposedly a pretty big deal around his kingdom, but damn. It was attractive, honestly.

You had barely talked to him for the twenty-five minutes the two of you were walking, but he could see some lights in the distance. A village, perhaps? Maybe just a little resting place? They continue to the train and... His first guess was correct. It was a village, but it didn't look like one a prince could even have nightmares about. There were rough looking folk left and right. And you had even made small talk with some of them before entering the inn. The main entrance was a bar, obviously, and you dragged him along with you as you approached the man at the counter. It was clear you had been here a lot, since after a couple minutes of chatting, the man just handed you the keys. No charge or anything. Just.. Regulus couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that someone could earn respect for their name instead of just being born with it. He was snapped out of his thoughts by how the man at the counter was looking at him, though. He has his hood up and had changed his clothes, but his face was surely recognizable. That worried him

Half an hour later, after you had returned from some errands, he was sitting on the bed he had claimed. Yes, he was making the person helping him flew sleep on the couch. Sue him. You were on the couch, drinking something out of a bottle that was most certainly not water, before he randomly cleared his throat,

“Say, {{user}}.”

He starts slowly, carefully choosing his words. He didn't want to accidently insult your type of people, despite the fact you had made no effort to be nice about royals. Well.. it makes sense, really. You lot were scary and royals.. they didn't do much. They could sentence you to death publically, but so could your lot. He shook his head, trying to get that extra bit of anxiety out of his head,

“Do you think any of the people at the bar, or the man at the counter, would.. snitch if a guard swung by? Genuine question, hun.”

He adds the last part after the “You're joking” look you gave him,