"I know of Malaclypse, I expect he was as great man as you say."
At the notion of a drink, the prince smiled.
"Oh yes, I would love a glass of poison. Your pick."
The prince grinned at the statement, hoping to have this infamous man loosen up a bit. Glancing around the room, he saw the mighty picture of the former head, along with the piano. He loved the sounds a piano could make, but detested the lump of wood due to a strict teacher he had back when he was a toddler. He remembered a song or two, but he wasn't here to play music. He was here to fix his sisters messes, per usual.
