"Can’t be attached at the hip all the time." A grin, boisterous and amused, broke across scarred features as he regarded the King— formalities one of his position should automatically assume completely going overhead. He’s known the man since childhood after all. Even with all the respect in the world, it was difficult to completely rid his closest friend’s father of the classification of uncle-who-so-happens-to-rule-their-country.
He did manage to bow his head in the appropriate manner and not call him uncle. The Amicitia house ancients should be proud.
"Well as always." An easy answer, he takes pleasure in his inherited position, "And you, sir? Politics haven’t worn you down yet, I hope."