Kris settled himself more firmly into his seat. “I like to watch people have a good time, and you are very worth watching for that, Harry.” He let the smile turn a little wry. “Though I’ll gladly admit this isn’t really … to my taste. A little too crowded, really.” Raising his voice to a shout, he called “Francis!”
“I thanketh thee for thine words! Though I fear for the turn of one’s eye towards me, I am used to the drunken looks—not as others to say I am ‘worth’ that. Never mind that!” He shook his head, voice just barely audible, he leaned in close for him to hear. “Crowded, says you? Then elsewhere?” He suggested standing up against the rumbles of the ale bellied men.
“I wouldn’t want to take you away from your adoring people,” Kris grinned up at Harry. Shoving himself up from the seat, he dodged Francis. “But elsewhere, yes. My ears ring in here.” Following the Prince to the door, Kris added, “Where, then, now?”