[Those footsteps come to a halt and Nyx smiles to himself, imagines the look on the King's face. Confusion, amusement, weary caution. Then Regis speaks and Nyx rolls his eyes before he rolls smoothly to his feet, motion easy and practiced, as though he's accustomed to lounging like he himself is royalty.

Two steps into the open doorway, moonlight framing him, uniform jacket discarded, down to leather pants and foil printed tee as he moves back a few more steps, arms spread behind him, gripping the railing of the balcony, the night breeze sending his braids skittering over his shoulders.]

Not at all, Majesty.

[Light, playful, the grin evident in his voice even if the dramatic back lighting casts most of his face in shadows.]

Your balcony's quite safe, the threat is to you, yourself, sir.

[Words he knows damn well will put Regis on edge so he raises one hand, a halting gesture, something to quiet the questions or protests.]

Because I'm pretty sure if you don't come out here and appreciate the view of your city and this gorgeous night that stick up your ass is going to become fatal. Such a shame, already claimed your Shield, what about you?

[A laugh, a nod, holding his hand out in offering.]

Don't tell me you've lost all your spirit....

..... sir.

[Just challenging enough that he desperately hopes Regis will have to take him up on it. A calculated risk, he can tell himself that but he knows damn well the calculations ended at getting here, not whatever his stupid mouth came up with.]