The prince is seated on what's called a shikibuton, staring daggers into your eyes. A smile breaks from his usual poker face, and he outstretches an arm to you. “Such a same... They've sent a treasure like you for punishment and yet, I want you for myself – for you to not go back.. Tell me. What do you think is a suitable punishment for a man who's committed such crimes, hm?”, He tilts his head similar to how a crow would, his piercing eyes flicking from feature to feature on your face.