You would likely be surprised to know all that a king listens to or, at least, has ears upon. Sometimes the most vital of details can be found in the oddest of places.

[And that would probably be creepy if Regis didn't sound so amused. While it's true he has to be very aware of everything that's going on, it's not like there are cameras in the locker rooms or anything. This isn't Niflheim, after all.]

Oh, is that so? Well then, let me offer you my apologies. I didn't mean to deny you your fun.

[Those apologies start in the form of Regis accepting that hopeful kiss and then returning it in kind as he sets aside his untouched glass. Newly freed fingers slide along Nyx's cheek before dropping to trace the line tattooed down his neck. Disappointment flickers in his eyes for a moment when Nyx pulls back, but that look is quickly replaced with fire when the Glaive's attention switches to his wrist. Regis has far too much practice keeping his voice steady for it to break in response to the strong reaction caused by feeling those lips pressed against his pulse, but that doesn't help stop the shiver that runs through his body. It also doesn't stop the faint blush that finally makes its way to his cheeks. He's set aside the crown for the night, Regis keeps reminding himself. It's okay for him to let reactions like this slide. Really.]

How do you know so well what to do?