[Things were very different between their worlds apparently. He knew of rich families having their own guards, but nothing like that, he thinks. Definitely not an army to lead that's for sure.

He also decides to ease out of the subject. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he felt like the conversation seemed heavy. Something that might not fit the current high they were having.] You'll have to tell me more about how things were for you sometime. [A better time for a heart to heart or something.

Wriothesly grabs a towel to quickly rub his hair dry before letting it rest over his shoulders. He then grabs another one to start drying his body off.] Once in awhile, I get caught up with something. Doesn't it happen to even the best of us?