Xevon grinned back, just a lopsided and loose grin. It was the habitual response from the prince whenever he heard that light laugh or anything that resembled a laugh in response to something he had said. That was something that felt natural, light, loose.

But even still, he finally stood up from the table. "I agree," Xevon swept the tray into his hands again. "The answers will be absolutely a blessing and hopefully... something far more than just... a somewhat distant noise in the horizon, y'know?"

He swept toward the kitchens once again, intending to hand the tray back to its rightful place and owner. "Hopefully they'll have figured out something too," he gestured to the distant room with his grandfather and her father.

Xevon tipped his head. At least they tried that was the important part. Effort meant at least something. He figured. Eh, whatever. It probably wasn't going to be too bad, he hoped. Hope was also a good thing. He shook his head lightly and exhaled. "I mean, yeah, there is a lot of uncertainty," he confirmed with a loose shrug. "But at the same time, it just allows us to focus on something to work towards."

The young man offered his arm once again, out of habit, as he continued walking. "Morale usually runs higher when you have a goal you're working towards. For us? That's going to be getting diplomatic answers and even, possibly, working towards a treaty."

Xevon snorted and shook his head. "Ah, don't push yourself too hard. The more you push it, the less it takes hold. You have to be gentle with yourself, just like you would with a friend," he replied with a gentle tone. "The more you push yourself, the harder it becomes to actually step forward."

He tutted and shook his head. "But hey, what do I know? I've just got a pretty face, large chest and a title," that was what he was used to talking about. Xevon had a tendency to pick up little tidbits, gathered along the way, and to help himself cover his own ... skeletons.

"Ahh, ha," Xevon's voice was rather dry at her remarks. Though the edge of a smile touched his lips, it seemed... odd. As if it was merely a habitual response to the words rather than a genuine reaction but it seemed, at the same time, too... good to be a mere response. "Heaven forbid you crack the shell," he teased in return, finally drawing away from the response. "Don't you know I have a reputation to uphold," he sniffed theatrically.

Xevon bumped his hip against hers, tutting slowly. "Can't have you taking over my reputation, Y'know. I've always been told I have the prettiest face in all the kingdom," he flashed her a slyl grin. "Of course, someone just has to come in and threaten that..."

Xevon grinned back at her, enjoying that squeal for just a few moments before straightening his shoulders. "Mmh, I don't know about that. You're a competitor at least," he teased in return, one hand fluffing his dark hair up. "Can't beat this face easily, y'know."

His hazel eyes flicked to the door, stretching his hand out to push it open. "And, we are back," he said theatrically, his eyes glittering with some sly delight. "Well fed, quick to think and now we can all discuss everything together. It's best to catch up on what has happened on each kingdom, so that everyone is on the same page and we can all make informed decisions together."