Kellan's eyes drift after Suho first, then Sumin, each in their turn when they wander away from him. But only for a few second. He could never neglect the brother who remains behind with him. In the time Suho's away, the Prince leans closer to Sumin, flicking a worried look his way.

"We don't have to stay long if you do not wish it, my darling. This is the Princess's wish, not mine. She may be a brat, but she dares not disobey me when I play chaperone." If Sumin seems at all worn or discomfort, if Kellan cannot make an escape, he will merely prevail upon the laws of hospitality and insist their host provide Kellan's precious sun a quiet room in which to rest.

His easy smile returns when Suho does. Oh, how easily he smiles with his dear twins. For others, it's merely polite, a duty required of his station. Reaching out for the offered wine, Kellan makes no effort to hide the intentional way he brushes his fingers against Suho's with warm affection. Then his eyes sweep toward the long banquet table, seeking out a place for the three of them to sit when Sumin rejoins them.

"Perhaps we'll try them all," he quips with a grin. "Then we shall dance!"