[ Reginald looks down as if realizing this...strangely beautiful man for the first time. Because he had, in all honesty, believed that barstool to be empty. And slightly more to the left. And doubled. ]

On account of chivalry, I must ask you not to speak of a lady, any lady, in that particular manner, good sir. [ a hiccup, and Reginald puts his face into his hands. woe is this strange, drunken and destitute prince. woe. ] I can't even go five minutes.