"Ah, never," Nicholas said, rubbing his hands together. "Such an interesting word." "You know, Your Majesty, the only reason I'm not swearing at you right now is because I was taught to be kind to old men." Nicholas laughed merrily. "Cheeky whelp." "Does that mean you won't slay me for telling you that you're a thoroughly obnoxious, interefering, exasperating..." Runach took a deep breath. "Good breeding prevents me from saying more." Nicholas smiled. "Runach, my dearest boy, you are truly your mother's son."